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Early Summer
by Paganini Jones
in the sycamore tree
a blue-tit's nest.
black cat watches
amidst great pleasure
often the memory of sorrow
early summer sunshine
warms the garden.
peony buds start to open
Words on the page
sometimes speak to the heart
high against clear blue sky
a lark sings.
A child laughs and claps her hands.
06/07/2005 Author's Note:
Not really a renga, too long to be tanka. Maybe its (just) a poem, or marks on a page pointing to something else?
Posted on 06/07/2005
Copyright © 2024 Paganini Jones
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/08/05 at 02:57 AM All excellent Heather! Can't decide on a favourite, and suits me just fine. :o) |
| Posted by James Zealy on 06/08/05 at 09:51 PM Maybe a poem is more than good enough. Enjoyable read |
| Posted by Alicia Vann on 07/11/05 at 09:39 AM I like the imagery here. Beautiful flow. Very nice. |
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