Today she is gentle, then furious and flexed
Her discourse a blending of wistful and vexed
She teases each careless blade of grass
Then weeps in frustration as moody clouds pass
She is Gold in the presence of the valiant sun
Bold in the essence what is to come
She is Tenderness; a soft sweet seduction
She is Wild; raw and edgy; an unpredictable unction
She is a soul-mate, a lover, a friend
She is a powerful passionate blend
Of laughter and teardrops, she is harsh, she is kind
She is a woman; the autumnal wind
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Janet Martin
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!