Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
| Rubaiyat for May When winter melts to spring and robins start to sing amidst pink apple boughs beware the bumble's sting. Bound to your solemn vows, protect and never drowse nor ever fall asleep awake in the here-and-now listening to soft cheeps of chicks that search to eat fat ticks and bugs that hide among young blades of wheat and let them be your guide for letting go your pride; when robins start to sing for what Mother Earth provides listen to what flowers say, "Accept what comes each May, for June may change its tune. Be grateful for this day." © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.86] 20 lines. Breaks a couple rules. A short-line (6-7 syllable) rubaiyat for
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