Category: seasonal poetry


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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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heart

Been on a search

throughout the season(s)

for hope, understanding

for the best reason

to cling to this tree

keep singing my song

defy sadness, disappointment

never resort to wrong

Always led back to one thing

though questioned when put to test

the most pressing thought

as sun rises east, sets west

is to give; give you this

as deep as the deepest tide

big enough for the world

there’s no time to bide

Please take this gift

pure, soft, warm, so true

then know you are loved

 my heart, I give to you 

 

 

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As nightfall begins

I always pray it won’t break

since dawn does each day

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Leaves fall from the tree

but they always land softly

then wind picks them up

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The wind is so cool

never does he put on airs

it’s just who he is

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