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Born in Belfast, Northern Ireland, now living in Cheshire, England. I started to write poetry some years ago, as a hobby. I have enjoyed that new venture very much. My preferences are for long and micro-form poetry styles. A first book of poetry ~ Reason Without Rhyme, was published in December 2013. A second book ~ Fifty Seven Pebbles, was published in September 2015...I am presently compiling the content for my third book. Thank you for visiting my Blog... COPYRIGHT: The entire copyright and content of this Blog belongs to the author Eileen T O'Neill. Nothing should be copied, reproduced or hosted as per RSS feed by any other party. {This particularly applies to the USA company Feedspot.com}

Thursday, 9 November 2023

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From the front window I can see my tree of seasons
It’s a regular barometer for observing the changes
Springtime’s bounty of fresh and luscious growth
Blossoming into a mass of pinkish-white petals
This wild cherry tree adds colour to April’s Garden
Autumn’s arrival and presence is often windswept
Unnerving and felt loudly when east winds blow-in
Many days can be quite placid with a softer rain
Nature takes its course as leaves tumble to earth
Rustic clusters settling into mounds upon the lawn
Bare limbs forlornly adopt their seasonal mode
Nearby flowerbeds capture the newest footprint
Viola and pansy flowers still retain cheery smiles
Where Fall’s tokens now adorn the scenic view…

Eileen T O’Neill 09/11/2023


 





 

 

 

 

8 comments:

  1. You've beautifully captured the colors of seasons. Specially love how the poem begins.

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  2. So lovely, Eileen - your beautiful poem and the photo. Amazing that you still have blooms. I love the pansies - and the curled leaf on top, a portent of harsher weather to come. So lovely to read you again!

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  3. Eileen, I love the very poetic idea that your tree is a barometer of changing seasons. I am sure it is just beautiful to look at in April, but those rustic clusters can be lovely as well. There is one sure thing...and that beauty has many faces during the year!

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  4. Trees really are a barometer for the seasons. I can clearly see the transition to the fall season. There are no garden flowers here. The only flowers I see are the autumn potted mums in yellow and orange placed by doorways.

    I woke this morning to a dusting of snow.

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  5. Wonderful image capturing the seasonal transition - with the same imaging conveyed in the flow of the words.

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  6. The cherry tree is a wonderful touchstone of the seasons. I love that you can see it from your window and also head outside to feel the wind.

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  7. I love the idea of a tree as ‘regular barometer for observing the changes’, Eileen; our wild cherry doesn’t have fruit but it adds colour to our garden through most of the year – I’m just sad when its branches are bare in the winter.

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  8. Ahhh how lovely and vibrant and fresh and refreshing.. a beautiful respite from the troubles of the world.

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