The sun managed to rise this morning
But without glory, struggling.
Like a hung-over drunk
He lit things up here and there
A gesture without conviction.
He is true to form this Spring Sun,
Weak, absent, late for work when he shows up…
In short he doesn’t fail to disappoint.
He makes me yearn for the Winter sun
Who painted the sky in bold, vivid strokes
Who defied the cold, the wee hours
And splashed gold and copper
On my parasol pines.
unbuttoned or undone 
That last part was just intensely beautiful!!!
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Thank you so much for stopping by and taking the time to comment.
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Une petite histoire d’un homme decevant, je crois!
Encore brillant, cherie.
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Non, pas du tout.
Le soleil et le printemps sont decevants. Le soleil d’hiver est toujours magnifique et je l’adore.
Merci pour ton compliment.
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Ah, c’est dur, la vie!
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Silly Elephant
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Like a hung-over drunk
He lit things up here and there
A gesture without conviction.
He is true to form this Spring Sun,
Weak, absent, late for work when he shows up…
Truly brilliant! T.S Eliot would bow to you.
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Hold it there John! That’s way over the top. But thank you. And I had fun with it.
I have been waiting for a great spring sunrise and it’s just not happening! This morning, I was just fed up with the rainy aftermath.
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I’m not paying you lipservice. Not my style. This is an awesome poem.
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I am stunned. And blushing.
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Oh, you are not. You knew it was great the moment you read it 🙂
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Not this time. Honest.
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Really? Then that only confirms you’re a true artist. Doubt is the artists companion.
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Thank you so much.
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Haha, if the sun could read, you’d be in trouble.
Brilliant poetry my friend
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I call it as I see it. Thank you my friend
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Any time my friend
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I don’t know if the world paints your words, or if you paint the world.
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That is a very sweet thing to say. Thank you.
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I’m glad you gave up the water color brush for the pen! I love the pictures you describe! Such vivid imagery….. ps. in school creative writing was my favorite subject. Miss you my friend!
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I am calling you in two minutes! Hugs.
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