Category: seasonal poetry


 

 

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I opened the front door

There stood little me

I was young once more

looked to be the age of three

I began to  wonder where I’d come from

it was so early; before the sun

there was not another soul around

the world was still; there wasn’t a sound

I gathered my small self and off we went

to find out what this unexpected appearance meant

Hand in hand, we went on our way

neither of us had very much to say

Our journey together, took us through the seasons

when finally, we discovered, what must be the reason:

To find yourself you must go back, and search far

then, meet near the middle, to see why, you are

 

 

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First of winter, yesterday

but summer still hung on by its skin

we soaked it in with sun’s drenching rays

not knowing when bitter cold, might begin to seep in

Then, we may turn varying degrees of blue

as days can’t hold on to their light

and autumn leaves drop off to become fewer than few

aware that winter’s wind comes with such a nasty bite

 

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the new year has begun without the sun

landscape of grey, choice hue for the day

but winter often lacks sun; outnumbering clouds have won

so, while we wait for golden rays, inward we search to find our way

thinking of future days and days past, all those memories held fast

with hope for peace in days to come; inner and outer wars, forever done

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No need to wrap it up

shouldn’t hide it ‘neath the tree

it’s much too special for that

anyone would have to agree

it’s okay to be seen; also heard

the perfect fit, just like a glove

the only cost a willing heart

to give the world, the gift of love

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MY heart

still loves

Love stills

my heart

Thanksgiving

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I’m waiting for you

beneath the tree, in a chair

change everything if you dare

colors; the feel of the air

Oh, a leaf fell in my hair

Hurry back to me

spread your breeze across my skin

rustle trees and then

teach the leaves to dance again

I’ve missed you so, my dear friend

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Much to eyes delight

a cool blustery blows wispy whites

across clear blues

sunlit after four days, then nights

of  torrential pouring

 

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So much the worth

when at last, winter finally wanes

Soaked in for growth

bright green, truly beautiful earth

presents fresh spring again

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