Seasonable

I dreamed I saw
a summer’s night
though it was raw
with winter’s bite
as fall had fell
and spring as well
remained restrained

© Stephen W. Buchanan 2023

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Stephen W. Buchanan

Thank you Susi for creating “The Short of It” and for including some of my poems along with all the wonderful poems from the great poets you’ve selected!

I Write Her

Atmospheric

The weather changed
and storms roared in
and lightning ranged
o’er thund’rous din
But then you smiled
and for a while
sunshine was mine

Begin Anew

With twist and turn
and swoop and sway
from stem to stern
I moved today
As I unpack
I know I’ll crack
to see just me

Flower and Flame

Solitude stands
in the shadow
watching the sands
in the moon’s glow
very aware
hope rides the air
and change arranged

Who is to Blame

Fighting demands
that verge on wild
sticky the hands
that hold the child
comforting cries
with little lies
and pleas for peace

Nature’s Presence

Nature has seen
what man has done
the times between
each rising sun
Yet fan or no
a tomorrow
will be set free

Connections Lost

I’ve lost my mind
and lost my way
so please be kind
and stay away
whilst…

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March’s Madness

From seventy
to six inches
Spring’s preview the
Winter pinches
Being inclined
to change their mind
is her nature

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Hey! My daughter Bee has an Etsy site for “Hand sewn decorative items” – RaccoonStitches! Please check it out!

Rude weather last weekend with a 40 degree (fahrenheit) drop in one day, and then six inches of snow and ice. Going from short sleeves to shoveling snow. Ah, March. One of my cats wanted to go out on the deck, so we let him. He enjoyed it too fast for pictures. 😸