Sonny Rainshine Poems

Such is the case:
The first flowers of autumn,
the last of summer,
are asters, golden rod, and queen anne’s lace.
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Particles of our last conversation
fuse with the droplets of mist,
and the last word you said, goodbye,
hovers below the lush hemlocks,
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Every day we fish.
We cast our lures and our flies
into the rippling reservoir of life and wish
for a nibble.
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The brown doe for a moment
mesmerizes the boys in camouflage,
broadcasting a telepathic message:
I stand before you here,
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Aroma of fresh
ground coffee and apple pie:
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Wildfire uncontained,
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You sprinkle fresh ginger on your rice,
and spearmint enhances your tea.
Your hair is scented with plumeria leaves,
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Black wasps, dark fairies,
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Now, dear, let's not quarrel anymore;
in fact, love, let me pour.

This is absolutely heavenly;
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A paraquette prominent
in a gathering of cardinals.
One jade in a casket of garnets:
Last Summer Leaf
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