Tag Archives: Springtime

walking in the woods

spring   blithe young maples
flirt  then cavort with the wind
the old gray oak scowls

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015


verses written upon reaching 70 years of age

with vengeance  winter pursues me
to punish me for not being
one of his slaves trembling with dread
under the cruel wind’s lash
this tyrannous season does not daunt me
for I carry always springtime in my heart
there shines each day
the sun of your perfection
and by night there sings
the brook of your laughter
let winter close in on me –
with the power of your love
I will defy him

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014


baking in the sun
mulch  dark and tan  heats chill ground
crocus corms wake

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014