Fay Slimm Poems

Step into May and mating confronts us
Wherever we look. From frog to bird, lust
For new life sets pattern as partners fuss
With spawning and nests. Desire is a must
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The shore-line calls tonight, and I oblige.
Shoes in hand, I stride drained sands
And follow ebbing tide.
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Lesser light ushers in summer's goodbye.
Young autumnal shadows stir and rise
From drifting mistier hues, and facing
This post-solstice time, we too must subside
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Windfalls appearing as each cooler breeze,
Snapping at leaves, releases them forcibly.
Morning-mist windows give hints from the east
Of winter's first whisper, which nature endorses.
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Windows awash, waterfall mind drifting
To long-ago times, warding off more tears
She stayed out of sight hoping mood lifted
Before day was done. Like raindrops, she
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Success is surely
....................so seldom in number.

Five hundred verses
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He crouched in tears, clutching letters closely.

Head bent, his bulk reduced by weariness.
the weeping spelt relief.
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A beautiful bee he was.
He lay for a day on my table, stillness
Personified. - eyes seemed alive, arms
Curled furily tight, perhaps as his will
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Torn as it's edge is, I have sworn always
To apprehend hope. Glazed with eyes blinded
By hurt, hope only can bind up loose frays
And render the future reasonably kind.
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Folds are unfolding, colour rainbowing
Within black velvet fields of midnight sky.
Aurora comes nigh.
Random smooth movement, streams of lowering
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