Carolyn Brunelle Poems

Summers hot,
exciting, busy;
a feast of
sun and breeze,
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Mapped out treasure,
signs to point the way
for the hunters;
a chattering, giggling
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The sound of dancing wind chimes
tells me good sleeping is in store;
delta breezes once again float
through windows and doors
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Recent events have
her completely deflated
and she hates it, hates it
when her emotions
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O sweet lord,
let me have my glass of wine,
some peace and quiet;
a little down time.
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It's raining, it's pouring;
flowing through towns
that can never be restored.
Water rushing, gushing everywhere,
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Searching high
searching low,
loved my old place
but it’s time to go.
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Flowers and plants
flourished
as they basked and bathed
in summer's warmth;
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Brilliant colors
in dazzling display
usher in autumn
to wearied summer days;
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I remember how
she would stand
and cut things
in her bare hands.
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