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harvests of gold

For my beloved daughter Kimberli
on her birthday—September 06
 
the sweetest of mornings
is when i am wise
with minimal warnings
to embrace new skies
sprung deep from my memoirs
my innocent child
strummed up like fine guitars
refrains reconciled
 
not so long ago when
she first touched the ground
she learned how to harken
to every soft sound
of wind orchestration
and chansons and psalms
whose full liberation
found lullabied brahms
 
the most blessed evenings
when journeyed sun dies
are times when we leave things
that can’t harmonise
with fervent affection
that marshals our dreams
to find sweet perfection
by life-giving streams
 
alas how the green days
melt fast with the hours
too soon all the spring praise
becomes purple show’rs
yet summerfest tarries
in harvests of gold
as innocence marries
passions unforetold.
 
© Copyright 2022 September 06
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Written by cabcool
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