Shawn L. Bird

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poem- late bloomer September 26, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:58 am
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Autumn is here

Trees are red tipped or golden.

Mornings are frosty.

And finally the cosmos,

three feet high green lace,

is budding.

A slow universe,

taking its time to unfold

summer pink blooms

on my porch.

Autumn is here,

but

better late

than

never.

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poem-bursting July 12, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:18 am
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Yesterday

she was a closed bud

Today

she’s burst into pink frills

dusted with yellow

streaked with purple.

Tomorrow

she may fade

but today

she is a glory.

 

 
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