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Selective
Senses.
The breath of summer breezes
Wafts past my inner senses
Thaws dripping from the freesias
Invade my meek defences.
Transported by the wind
Cares cast and liberated
Fall as petals on the ground
Released and exonerated.
Autumn whispers in my ear
Golden leaves sway to earth
I lean and hear them calling
A magnified rebirth.
With each death and passing
There is a new beginning
Autumn’s winds meld into warmth
Spring new hope and yearning.
From the centre of the hearth
My senses follow the seasons
I hear summer pull the curtain
And never ask the reasons.
Then bathes the room in sunshine
Sanctified, reborn and ready
Selective senses crowd emotions
Then spiral in an eddy.
The raindrops of my memory
Sparkle in recognition
The fire set in my heart
Is now ready for ignition
©
David Rudder
2026
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