When Gardens Spring and Flowers Bloom

When gardens spring and flowers bloom

No one feels impending doom

The birds that fly and butterflies loom

And earth expels nutrients from her womb

No one feels impending doom

The door that shuts on the bright hot room

When gardens spring and flowers bloom

No one feels impending doom

For flowers die and the sense of gloom

Martyr’d wisdom is a sweet perfume

For all must die to make more room

Swept clean, with fall, like nature’s broom

When gardens spring and flowers bloom

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The Winter Wind

The wind whispers willfully
Of ages long forgotten
Of princes and valor
Of passion and true love's kiss

The rapid wind tells today's torrenting tale
Of mercenaries and shame
Of sex, drugs and rock and roll

What will tomorrow's wind bring?
Will it sweep clean the plains?
Will it bring back the wonder?
I hope it brings the spring.

Cony

Fluffy and floppy, the cony come carousing
Wondering withering they will to walk
Spring has sprung medows meandering
Rumours resounding the world will rock

As The Weather Turns...

I must say, temperature wise I love spring and fall.  It’s not to hot and not too cold.  Sartorially, I hate it. I am one of those people who are blessed to learn frugality through the lack of a closet.  In other words, I have NO clothing storage except for two dressers; one with three drawers, one with four.  I appropriated a cedar closet to hang dresses in another room but that doesn’t help much.  I am constantly rolling clothes into tight little bunches so that they fit into the dressers or leaving them in hampers pretending “oh I just didn’t put them away yet” so that I have enough room.  And several times a year I clean out my clothes and pass them off to relatives, Goodwill and other who need/will take them before I am suffocated by them.  Spring and Fall are usual the times I clean out my clothes but the temperatures make it harder because in the spring you can step out the door in jeans and a tee and by the time you coming in need a tank and shorts and in the fall it is the exact opposite.  Oh course there is always the added business of being a women who is not at her ideal weight.  Any item of clothing before it can be discarded has to go through the “well, am I sure I won’t fit in this again ever?” decision.  The choice is always wrong.  You know you’re either never going to be that thin again or you have no self esteem that what ever you are trying is going to work.  And then comes… Bathing suits…  No one likes trying them on.  I don’t care if you Angelina Jolie, EVERYONE dread putting on their suit for the first time since last year.  Thank God for Cover-ups!  Oh well, At least during this Clothing Crisis of Criminal Capacity we get nice weather right?