Spring Returns – After Summer Begins!

Spring Returns - September 24 2017 - The Crab Nebula - Hubble

 

Ah! Spring returns with a fresh morning nip,
Summer abates with its burning hot tip.
A short reprieve? Or a cyclic return?
Cool, cloudy morns replace sunrise first burn.
‘Tis an abnormal load nature now brings,
To a table so changed the death bell rings.
The moments we cherish slip fast away,
We speed through our lives, our minutes, our days.
What was before doesn’t seem to exist,
Yet still we hold on, our thinking persists
To make it what was, zone comfortable,
And keep it the same, rock tight with our will.
Yet it cannot be so, weather predicts,
Spring, summer, fall come at Gods own edicts.

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© 2017 Robin McShane

Note: following my previous posts regarding the early arrival of summer, today, all change again!

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An African Spring

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Following on Friday’s theme…

An African Spring (2)

 

Spring lasted six days this year,
Blowing on the embers from summer last,
Lifting spirits, hopes, desires,
The usual annual promises.

Then flames flared and summer hit with force,
Temperatures flew, soaring with eagles,
Rain stayed away, drying in the ground, flooding other landscapes,
Spring’s promise left forlorn, withering on vines and stalks.

African blue skies thrived on cloudless intervention,
Trees scorched, bushes burned, life languished
As heat drove thought from mind and strength from body,
Like a broom sweeping clean, leaving nothing but silence in its wake.

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© 2017 Robin McShane

Friday’s English Haiku – #24

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Heavily laden
Summer slices fast through spring
Attacks at full tilt

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Note: Our spring has been very short and temperatures are already in the 30s – with no rain in sight! Nature appears to be following new patterns and paths.

 

Tea Time

Tea Time - September 3 2017 (seascape ceci - dec 2014)

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The sea crumbles against me,
Leaving scattered bits.
I bend for a pinch of sand
To blend all the pieces ,
Fold them,
Knead between frozen fingers,
Foaming at a mouth,
Too greedy to wait
For the sun to rise,
Or the wave to roll,
Pinning hopes on the roar
That crashes illusion
And shows transparency
Of the way.
As toes curl, crunch,
And tea calls

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© 2017 Robin McShane

My MS Brain

My MS Brain - Aug 27 2017

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Filing away at arid drips of memories
My brain destroys parts of itself,
Smoothing gaps which I can’t see or feel
Until the faint outline of what was
Flickers…flickers…then fades.

Shavings fall at my feet
Where a light breeze flicks them up
And away,
Tumbling just out of reach
Until even their shadows have faded,
Experiences gone.

New shapes try to take their place,
Yet have their own space to fill,
Until the sharpened knife,
With the dull edge,
Comes around again,
Scrapes their edges,
Blurs their clarity,
Strips their pride,
As the tell-tale strips fall,
Fly and fade to dust.

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© 2017 Robin McShane

Friday’s English Haiku – #21

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Sun rises, buds pop
Small green sprouts on stark tree boughs
Winter losing grip

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© 2017 Robin McShane

Note: We have had a mild winter here in South Africa…and it appears to be leaving us!!