21 Apr

I watched:

Fall leaves flutter and swirl —raised to dance in the arms of a Spring wind;

settling them down at the base of the trees, where they were born.

Father Winter has gone.


I saw:

His summer’s mistress awaken in moist dawn, not giving a damn.

Cuddling her offspring’s with sunshine –she sang them lullabies.

Coloring them with a promising  growing up, with their Father’s pride.

photo: R.K. Garon


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21 responses to “Offspring’s

  1. ayala

    May 7, 2018 at 7:52 am

    A lovely write!

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  2. annell4

    April 24, 2018 at 9:19 am

    I loved each word!

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  3. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    April 23, 2018 at 4:22 pm

    I think meeting the spring in this way is what we all need.

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  4. magicalmysticalteacher

    April 23, 2018 at 3:42 pm

    A mistress who doesn’t give a damn? Hahaha! Great image!

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  5. Magaly Guerrero

    April 23, 2018 at 2:33 pm

    Striking difference between the two…

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  6. Rall

    April 23, 2018 at 1:35 am

    The promise poem of spring and summer as we in autumn do not look forward to winter. Our winters are not cold but no one wants to see the summer end.If there is an afterlife I hope it feels like summer.

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  7. dsnake1

    April 22, 2018 at 11:09 pm

    it looks like raising the offspring is left to the mistress. 🙂
    enjoyed the read, ZQ!

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  8. thotpurge

    April 22, 2018 at 10:55 pm

    Father winter and summer’s mistress… all of nature so interconnected, one cannot survive without the promise of the other!

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  9. Myrna Rosa

    April 22, 2018 at 8:33 pm

    A lovely write about a lovely season. So nice.

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  10. Rommy

    April 22, 2018 at 8:14 pm

    He can stay gone too. I’ve had enough of the cold and am ready for spring!

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  11. Vivian Zems

    April 22, 2018 at 7:26 pm

    Mother, Father offspring and mistress….a true reflection of the human condition. A lovely ode to spring.

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  12. Rosemary Nissen-Wade

    April 22, 2018 at 7:18 pm

    Sweetly recorded.

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  13. magicofwordsblog

    April 22, 2018 at 6:56 pm

    Love the personification of nature! 😊

    Liked by 1 person

  14. gillena

    April 22, 2018 at 6:52 pm

    Really luv hour imagery ZQ. Happy Earth Day

    Muc🌼 love

    Liked by 1 person

  15. Julian

    April 22, 2018 at 5:06 pm

    Great title for your poem, full of spring fertility

    Liked by 1 person

  16. Neeraj Khanka

    April 22, 2018 at 4:47 pm

    Lovely write, ZQ ! Sure, it’s time for some sunshine, colors and growth …

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  17. Paul Andrew Russell

    April 22, 2018 at 4:16 pm

    This is beautiful, ZQ, really beautiful. 🙂


  18. Donna@LivingFromHappiness

    April 22, 2018 at 3:02 pm

    I really enjoyed these seasons come to life….I believe they are alive and yes, winter has stepped aside for his offspring to shine!!

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  19. Sherry Marr

    April 22, 2018 at 2:01 pm

    So lovely – a miracle, every spring – to watch the green things sprouting up. I love the whole idea of Father Winter and his summer’s mistress. Smile. I am just back from the farm and am heading for the beach. Yippee!

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  20. kaykuala

    April 22, 2018 at 1:15 am

    His summer’s mistress awaken in moist dawn.
    Cuddling her offspring’s with sunshine

    How lovely is the mind to interpret what is seen so beautifully!


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  21. Paul F. Lenzi

    April 22, 2018 at 12:09 am


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