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May ivy

This time of year, the ivy on red brick walls glows Kelly green,

The same shade of the summer tops aunts wear to church under cardigans.

I could never pull off a green like that, but the ivy wears it well.

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There is a season

Some may mourn the passing of spring,

But I won’t mind at all –

The verdant, full trees an arbor

After their flowers fall.

But after summer wanes,

When fall winds play with weather vanes,

And birds turn south leaving north behind,

I’ll mind.

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NYC Poetry

Tudor Spring

Magnolia wafts over the way from the South Park’s two trees, only one of which has blossomed.

A little fat fly buzzes past my ear,

The sycamore trees are green with afternoon –

Spring is here, for a short while to stay;

Yes, summer is coming all too soon.

Sparrows spring to perch by one another as the branches beneath them bounce –

They hop higher to the top of the tree, a burst of new life they announce.

I spy a chickadee among them on the uppermost branch –

He flutters away and leads all but one, who rests for a little while longer,

The fresh budding boughs his shroud.