Full Circle
Autumn leaves are falling
But there you are, stoically flowering
Despite a dry season of suffering
You’re proudly alive and thriving
What is it?
Is it a notion? To defy nature’s calling
What is it?
Is it a potion? To help those surviving
Are you the antidote?
For healing the dying
Have you an answer?
To resuscitating the living
Ivor Steven (c) April 2020

This could be written for one of my rose bushes, she flowers all through winter, and nothing in the summer. She used to get it right but now she is all topsy turvy with seasons.
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That’s a brave rose 🌹
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Nature knows how to prevail
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Yes, she’s beat it longer than us
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Nature has all the answers, we have lost the knack of listening.
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Beautiful
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Thank you 🙄🌏
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You’re welcome
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Oh, what a wonderful poem, Ivor!
Yes, we must follow nature’s cue! The answers are there. It’s a matter of finding them. Being content with them.
Nature certainly gives us joy and hope, even in the darkest of times.
(((HUGS))) 🙂
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Yes Carolyn, nature has been around a lot longer than us, and still we don’t learn. 🌏🌏💙
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This is lovely, really lovely. 🙂
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Thank you, a few changes from the original that work ok💙🌏
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I think seeing the determination and ‘thriving’ of others is often an antidote. 🙂
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Yes, 🐛💚
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Beautiful.
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Thank you for reading my poem/s…😀
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