It's such a great day that it makes a man want to sing.
I'm very happy because today is the first day of Spring.
Knowing that the bitterness of Winter is over is sure to please.
Warm weather is coming and the leaves will return to the trees.
When March arrives, there's something that I always hold dear.
The cold weather will leave, Spring is my favorite time of the year.
I love the winter season as it is cold as ice, I get to wear wool's which are warm and nice.
I love the winter days when sun is warm, but winter also brings some rain and storm.
I love the winter nights which are dark and quite, I snuggle in my blanket and read stories of Halloween night.
I love the winter most, as there is Christmas to host.
I love the smell of Christmas, along with all the lights, I love the Christmas tree on those winter nights.
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Spring's latest colorful fashions are out,
All along the winding, lush garden walk.
Pastels and darks in a season turnabout,
And new fragrances are the flowery talk!
All along the winding, lush garden walk,
There are blooms both large and small,
And new fragrances are the flowery talk,
As trumpet vines wander the stone wall.
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As I traverse the memoryless path over the leaf-sole,
I find all the barren trees expose their soul.
Their beauty, their ego, that had made them so mean,
Today they dance in delight, as they grow lean.
The trees which were the darling of their bunglows,
And the bushes which covered his poverished hut,
Appear the same, as the humility dawns on them,
Good or bad, Rich or poor, they are but the seasons fad.
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I didn't realize I am getting old
Dusk and maybe dim like an incandescent lamp that runs out of electricity
I am not realizing this hair is now gray
Gray hair is similar to the petals of water guava that fall out sucked honey by
bees and even by the gentle wind in the dry season
I don't do much to prove that I'm a passionate person
A desire that sometimes I find it difficult to contain it
There are not many things I have done to prove that even though you are far
away, you are very close to my heart
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Late June's musky days
and gardens tell their rapture
in colorful fumes.
Such feverish excitement
in season of bloom, verdant!
Scarlet and gold reign
'Til peach and plum take over
Pinks and blues follow.
Muggy days and heady nights
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'Twi-tu, twi-tu', chirping sparrow
Let them sing full-throat'd yet
Until silence, broken, comes to end morrow.
No space, nor attic left empty
They, being engulfed in hope
Dwell there, perhaps, to seek beauty.
'Twi-tu, twi-tu', season stirred by tune
The ruffled, fluttered wings of clever beings
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The sky is overcast with cloud-
The sun knows not where his pride lays;
A stolid day among untiring days.
Continuous thunders, or sounds, loud-
Make the day untrim
Dark and dim.
The Earth looks gloomy under veil
'Tis nothing but fearful symmetry
Can do him deviated from beauty
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Drops.
In clots they come,
Jetting down festers of
The mean clouds that soar even higher.
Down here, the feet of the soil are mere clod.
Furnace rules upon the face of the waves,
Brewed and distilled from faceless chimneys.
The farmer’s rain is abroad.
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Empyrean drops,
Monument of July,
The pluvial chapter of life...
O July of enfeebled yolk,
Dispenser of splendour of sempervirence,
God has watered your tongue.
Therefore, pour, July, pour
The essence of life,
The grit of living
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