Boundless skies of baby blue
hold chiffon clouds aloft
while cyclamen and windflowers bloom
in shaded undercrofts.
Roses with their comely dress
perfume the Autumn breeze
the pink and white begonias
unfurl through fallen leaves.
The mallow trees with quiet grace
wear dulcet pastel hues
felicias paint each sunny place
a periwinkle blue.
Descending leaves of red and gold
compose a canopy
before the frosts of winter shroud
this Autumn tapestry.
The rising moon, an amber light
implied through soft grey mist
ascending in a starless sky
on Autumn nights like this.
�2002, Dianne Alphonso
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Come sit with me my darling one
I'd like to listen to your dreams
You seem so sad, at times these days
Alas the world in which you grow
on our old hammock, torn
in checkered shade out of the sun
where loving bonds were formed.
and take your hand in mine
I know the world's gone mad, it seems
we live in odious times.
your eyes hold back the tears
long gone, it seems, your naive ways
so wise beyond your years.
no longer feels quite safe
I hope, within your heart, you know
you'll always have this place.
�2002, Dianne Alphonso
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What marks the final resting place
All hope and joy now memories dim
I'd rather the fear than hatred, she said
of the woman child who fell from grace.
Where does the mourner go to weep
for innocence lost to eternal sleep.
the fear is all-encompassing,
pervading all the waking hours
of the mother, lover, woman, spouse.
while she mourns for the spirit of that child long dead.
Where does this woman go to weep
for her innocence lost to eternal sleep.
�2002, Dianne Alphonso
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The woods are lovely, dark and deep
Beneath the towering evergreens
Adorning every path we walk
Rosellas bode the close of day
into her heart, as thieves, we creep
amidst the white anemones
some lenten roses clutch the breeze
And, carpeting this woodland room,
celestial violets sweet perfume.
we share illusive childlike dreams
cavort with forest creatures wild
bestir the sleeping inner child
To romp and run as children should
and heal the wounds of childhood.
bluebells nod on graceful stalks
and, by the crystal rivulet
the croziers unfurling yet
A soft green cloak of muzziness
enwraps the woods delightful dress.
their evening song a raucous lay
We bid farewell to forest friends
and vow to share our dreams again
To romp and run as children should
and taste the fruits of sisterhood.
�2002, Dianne Alphonso
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Wet lashes rest on velvet cheeks
Transfusing me with memories
And, for the briefest moment yet
all innocent repose
In holding you, a calm so deep
steals over me, and grows
of cherished baby tears
and, fleetingly, the time being
melts into yesteryear
these arms once more hold near
my daughter, nestled to my breast
to soothe away her tears
�2002, Dianne Alphonso
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