Buds
Sparrows
Defy cold
Fickle winter
Sensing springs approach
Something man never could
Having lost touch with nature
Too absorbed with things of this world
He is merely along for the ride
Technology and ignorance stunt him
Now he must live as a passenger
Trusting meteorology
A most imperfect science
To decipher nature
While birds and buds thrive
In harmony
with instincts
That man
Lost
~~ Dominic DiFrancesco ~~
The reign of mankind
Trustees of all living things
Seems like a mistake
When we won’t protect our own
How can we be entrusted
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
To feel the soil
Rich and warm between fingers
Man planting his seed
Nurturing healthy body
With the fruits of his labor
For millennia
This was mans way to survive
Living off the land
We’ve lost our time tested path
Through the chaos–modern life
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Sunshine smiles warm
Inviting floras birthing
Natures renewal
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A thin rain
Falls upon arid ground
Seemingly lifeless
Springs to life
A million tiny survivors
Sprouting and blossoming
Giving color to the melancholy
Vital for brief a time
Scorched by heat and sun
Withering, dying
Blowing to the four winds
Hibernating
“Til winters rains return
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
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