Cornflower skies
Freshly cut grass
A handful of sunshine
New blossoms
Bare shoots
Grass on the sidewalk
Distant laughter
Endless days
Scents of Jasmine nights
Winter departing
To the wings
Summer taking centre stage
The skies are bluer, the grass is greener. Someday this charade too shall pass and cold,bleak winds will wander through the alleys again. For now though, the sunshine looks invincible.
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Beat him up
I would if I saw him anywhere. He has distanced himself from the family, didnt you know.
at the not cut out for sanity remark.
Thanks for the comment, it is my very humble opinion that if the entire poem does not present itself as one entity at the first go, that is if it does not present itself in its entirety, it will not be smooth. Which probably explains why most of my poems sound that way

Scary
scary
oh i missed this one. you cud write such verses in sleep, i guess. very smooth.
-asuph
summer?
for a moment i forgot you are on the other hemisphere. so enjoy the warmt as long it lasts. here we seem to have little more water than what is comfortable.
Less Hallmarkish Scary..
Make hay while the sun shines Scary..
Good simple verse. Surprisingly less ‘Hallmarkish’ ( Now plz don’t ask me to explain what I mean by that! )