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A Cinquain

            FALLING FRAGRANCE

Released,

      petals flutter

            from the peach tree blossoms,

                  forming a fragrant pink blanket

                        below.

2/29/96          Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

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A fall Cinquain

FALLING FRAGRANCE

Released,
petals flutter
from the peach tree blossoms,
forming a fragrant pink blanket
below.

2/29/96 Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

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NATURE AS IT USED TO BE

 

There used to be a tapestry

Of nature’s verdant artistry

A hill where trees and wildlife grew

But now it’s gone from scenic view

Replaced by station and a shed

Both, painted blue and garish red

Like bleeding wounds upon the earth

Replacing years of ancient birth

 

No treetops where a breeze can sigh

In tender leafy lullaby

That cast their shadows down below

In summer’s rain and winter’s snow

No fingered roots to run down deep

Entwining willows that would weep

Embracing those of elm and spruce

And those with fruits once ripe with juice

 

No lovely blossoms, pink and white

Emitting fragrance day and night

Where bees paid visit in the spring

With busy wings that seemed to sing

 

No place for birds to stop and perch

On nesting-trees, like oak and birch

Where butterflies were wont to rest

While on relentless nectar quest

No more birds of brilliant hue

That flashed their colors as they flew

No place for squirrels to race around

On branch and trunk, down to the ground

 

The grove is gone and can’t return

Tall trees and bushes – flower and fern

And soon all spots of earthly class

Will be replaced by steel and glass

If I could only have my way

Such spots would be designed to stay

So in the future you could see

Nature as it used to be

 

7/16/92           Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

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     A SEASON EXPLODING IN BEAUTY

 

Spring, painting

the landscape in flamboyant colors.

Intoxicating the air

with her wafting perfumes.

 

Larks flute golden love songs,

while feathered architects

are busily constructing

air-conditioned nurseries.

 

Wild life, is house-hunting

diligently among fresh emerald leaves,

staking claims to new summer homes,

that are hidden from view

 

Streams, gurgle in  happiness,

as they free themselves

of winter’s icy neckwear,

splashing playfully over the rocks,

offering liquid melody for spring’s welcome.

 

Tulips stretch long slender necks,

lifting faces for the sun’s warm kiss.

Thousands of buds unclench tiny fists

with bursts of beautiful blossoms.

 

Spring, a season exploding in beauty.

 

8/20/91      Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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