MAY 22 2013 : winter wind an empty spider web moored to the window clear night. cows huddled behind their breath.

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a wattle seedpod, Lorin Ford   http://www.styluspoetryjournal.com/main/master.asp?id=862

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IF ONLY IT WERE SUMMER

If only it were summer when the daylight hours were long,
when I awake to hear the kookaburra’s laughing song;
when light streams in the windows which are open to the breeze,
when sun’s rays play and dance amongst the white caps on the seas.

If only it were summer when the frangipanis bloom,
when the air’s intoxicated by their sweet perfume;
when storm clouds bucket welcome rain upon a thirsty land,
when subsequently rainbow hues across the sky are spanned.

Vivienne Ledlie

http://rustacryst.net/poetryfromtheheartnostalgia.html

FOTO – KOOKABURRA AT RALEIGH MAY 2010

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