Michael Crowder Poems

Here's to a traditional day
namely Shrove Tuesday as we know
when pancake racings underway
then tomorrow, Ash Wednesday shows
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On darkening red sky languish low clouds as if, smeared into existence by artists knife,
golden edged against clear red sky that transitions, upward to darker cover, void of light.
Horizon formed by railway bank black, sprout twig and bough silhouettes of bush and tree
still in winters mode, bud form begins, reach, mingling with power lines gentle bow
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Winter February finalises,
his tenure o'er, so oft unkind,
let Winter withdraw with firm good-bye.
Hence I eager look to milder clime.
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I'm getting on now, I see differently.
Not opposed to change, but things just seem
fearful, and growing disorderly.
Respect of lawful authority
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Sleep - Oh my dear friend why do you hide
midst the turbulent brooding that twist
and tumble within my fatigued mind? .
Come, let slumber kiss my heavy eyes,
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It's a misty morning rising
As I wake and wipe the sleep
from my still tired eyes.
The grass looks so much greener
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