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Details | Free verse | |

THE ICE FAWN

Rarest of beauty is she the ice fawn, 
Grazing within the ice meadows in crystal
Fields of frozen cloves, as the star lights
Flicker in brilliance shinning, all about her.
A shy creature of gentleness, made of ice
And snow, unique amongst the polarized canvas,
Alone in perfections glittering diamond dust, 
Of winter’s mystical enchantments.
Drinking from the pools of the moon,
Warmed by the twinkling shades of the rays,
Casted in the Aurora Borealis of the northern 
Pastures, beyond mankind’s encroachment.
Creations gathering of angel tears shed 
In tender moments of truest grace, was 
She this miracle thus was so made,
The ice fawn.
Chamber lights living Kalightoscope, a prism of
Dear shine, walking in splendors white ice.
A mystical being of opulence’s elegance, splashed
By the divine plate array, and brushed by the wings
Of the ethereal angelic.
A sparkling gem, a jewel of winter, with the
Soft brown eyes of clarity, behold the ice fawn
In all her glittering glory, walking in freedoms
Sacred Valley of the human imagination.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN



Details | Rhyme | |

The Garden

My autumn wine; white winter rose
Please tell me how your garden grows?
I’ve lost my touch, I feared as much
You are fragile and it shows

Can I still call upon you?
With no words ever spoken to you?
And would you come to me?
Could you hear me in a dream?

Would you “sense” me if I came close,
But not in sight of you eyes?
Would you tempt me if giving up hope
Could cleanse me of all the lies?

I survive through a disguise
Designed to hide my immortal light
You will never see it
For I am a chameleon
Crawling through the ancient garden
The (other) not known as Eden
For it has no name to keep it safe
Until light shines on this darkened place

“April showers bring May flowers”
And so your flower has not yet soured
You still have the power to reverse your desires
My white winter rose, will you grow any higher?

Prosper or wither
The choice is now yours
Bound or severed
I’ve done all I could


Details | Free verse | |

First Winter Snow

Cupped-hands blessed the first winter snow – 
That tasted like peppermint wind

The pines and aspens share secrets, 
As they whispers what they know

Then, they giggled like schoolchildren 
In the snowy playground – with the red
Brick schoolhouse off in the distance

Their cold faces blinked and blushed 
Like a basket full of wild freckled strawberries
 
Suddenly, fresh pine cones fall to the ground; 
They chuckle, laugh and then roll over,
Exposing their innocent souls to fresh blue sky, 
This all appeared in the first winter snow
 
This, I am sure and still are


Details | Sonnet | |

You I Dream Of

A flower grows from beneath a blanket
 Of fine and purest white
 It reaches toward the sun for warmth,
 For heat and for the light

 My love for you grows stronger still,
 Despite the surrounding cold
 My heart is yours, bartered gone
 For yours has it been sold

 Its petals shine from morning dew
 Its stem grows stiff and strong
 It stands strong through the freezing cold
 It stands the winter long

 I long for you, for your soft touch
 I miss the way you smile
 The longer that we stay apart
 The longer every mile

 The flower stretches through the snow
 It reaches toward the sun
 And now without you the color is gone
 The flower's petals, dun

 But as we talk, and as we learn
 The flower comes back to life
 The snow now melts and goes away
 As you take away my strife

 Spring is here and growth abounds
 As you and I are one
 We are together, we are in love
 The snow for now is done

 I see the future, in dreams I have
 Of our life, long and true
 I see the times where all I need
 Are comforting words from you

 I see the times when winter comes
 As winter tends to do
 But we still love, and we still live
 And I do still love you

 And so we live, with children ours
 And a life of much to see
 With love we live, to live we love
 Happy together are we

 I see the flower, older now,
 But still strong with fresh new leaves
 I see it growing, tall and strong
 Reaching to the eaves

 We are now old, as years have passed
 But old together are we
 And strong our love still today
 As strong as it can be


Details | Light Poetry | |

Rise, Die, Shine

Build me a temple high…high…high up where the sun can rise
Where good can shine and the evil die as a plant in winter time.
Let it rise
Let it die 
Let it shine
Build it high up the moon
But under the sky
And let the sun shine
Through the skin that dims inner light
Let the light unfold the eyes
And see the beauty inside of this small world that wants to shine
Let the war be the plant that could die in winter time
Let it rise
Let peace in the world rise
High…high up like a bird flying up to the sky
Let it die
Let hate die
As a phoenix and be reborn as a flower
Full of scents and beauty instead.
Let it shine
Let our inner light shine
Let it shine through our skin and show us that we can light up the way without hate and 
without pain
Let it rise
Let it die
Let it shine
Let the battle field turn into a garden
Let the soldiers be the flowers
And the ammunition be the fertilizing soil
Build me a temple high…high up the sky
To symbolize world peace.
Don’t rush take your time 
until we find out that we can shine
Let our soul rise
Let our evil die
Let our ability to find world peace shine.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Local Park i Walked

A local park i walked
Just the other day
Surrounded by nature
In the snow kids played

I felt a feeling of joy
In this incredible grounds
This park of beauty
In a modern concrete surround

Nature in standing
In her winter stage
All the beautiful plants
Withstanding her rage

She mellows with time
As the spring appears
The winter snows melt
Is it her sorrowful tears

The buds appear
Enriched with her sun
Her vistas of bloom
Have just begun

But around the corner
Another season awaits
The golden browns of autumn
Await their fate

In the local park i walked
Just the other day
Thinking of the marvels she brings
To us, every single day




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-7.php


Details | Free verse | |

Last Sonnet



Hither I stand, at crossroads,
And then I gaze, at the yonder end-
The vague horizon from where I began;
And all that I may ever deem
Is that- my days
Have been a waken dream.

Hither I stand, at the edge of my dream;
Then I wonder, at the depth of my trance-
An adventurous journey through the wondrous woods;
An idyllic stroll through the vicissitudinous meadow;
And from the final station as I depart,
All that I can ever say, is that
Perpetuation has been a rouge
Of fleeting phases of my life.


Suyash Saxena 
St. Stephen’s College.


Details | I do not know? | |

Season In Reflection

Chase not what was autumn time,
Its vibrant colors that had once adorned.
Now fades away as the winter mourns.
But to savour thoughts like a fine old wine.

Across valley deep over moors and hill,
The Norse wind on his steed doth roar.
Through nook and cranny and frame of door,
With breath of ice like steel.

Ice maid for you enchant us so,
As you lay your cloak of winter down.
Across sleepy hamlets and the bustling towns,
Vestige remnants of the year now go.

© N Windle 2009


Details | Free verse | |

A WINTER WONDER LAND

A land of ice and snow, a picture perfect postcard,
It is here I walk alone, lost in thought, of glories utter
Amazement surrounding me.
Draped across the pine branches of evergreen, frozen white
Lace glistens, in the December sun.
Raw wilderness lain exposed, on a canvas of bare natural beauty.
Freedom's unexplored world, lies outstretched before me,
In this my wintery wonderland.
Crisp is the wind, blowing against my skin, it sends
An icy chill downwards, but I notice not.
I'm a dreamer set adrift, engulfed by a poets
Yearning, to put words of inspiration, onto an empty page.
Heavy steps, crunch the layers texture beneath, nay
I'll remain still, soaking in this forest portrait.
Before these eyes, I'm unable to grasp everything,
There is to be seen, but ti’s a spiritual moment,
Of reflection, in clarity's vision.
The mountains breath, is a thin chilling mist,
A fine thin halo, placed upon rocky peaks majesty, by the
God's themselves, a majestic crowning of divine design.
Covenanting these exteriors hardened edge,
It gives a taste of harsh flavor, to this natural
Paradise left undiscovered.
The blue hews of the sky, are Chris-crossed by
The northern lights, aurora’s multicolored rainbows,
Dancing in the Alaskan horizon.
An echoing peace lives here, a quite tranquility,
Humanity has forgotten for progress.
It is a magical essence of solitude, that
Speaks to ones inner being, a purity in the
Meaning of existence.
Within my little cabin, I'll rest, beside the fire side,
Warming these aching bones.
 But the mind remains alive and alert, sparked by
A higher powers kindling, a flame, ignited with imagination,
In this my wintery wonderland.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


 


















 




















Details | Haiku | |

Play with doves

After long day`s play
with doves ,they fly in the light
Let`s rest in the love


Details | Free verse | |

THE SNOW FLAKE

THE SNOW FLAKE

What happens to angels tears, as they fall from the
Heaven above, into diamonds of ice so are they
Transformed, turning, spinning in the atmosphere.
Until unique unto themselves, white pieces of 
Frozen lace, perfections icy miracle, descending
From the blue hewed skies of Nirvana.
Covering the last leaf of fall, one by one
The power flakes glisten beneath the October sunshine.
Crystal shells of ice, freeze into water cylinders,
Forming sickles of decorations, that hang from
Every house and tree.
It is truly a winder wonderland, so beautiful
That the angels themselves come to behold,
What their teardrops have made, as a single
Feather falls from wings of grace, it to turns
To ice, and is blanketed beneath the freshly fallen snow.

08-04-2014


Details | Sonnet | |

Crow II


He knows the fog that counts his steps tonight
So proud, the crow, stands on the wires, alone;
what made him bleed before the brinks of light,
defined by emptiness and mountain stone?

The fog surrounds the crow in early dark
what else deserved to be once more recalled
remained to warn the souls that stare and hark
"this shroud descends your being to enfold".

Ethereal, departs on his ascension trail,
stouthearted is his life's long path, my Lord;
the crow unfolds in white engulfing veil,
his stalwart wings on Mistral's wailing chord.

And infinite became his nightly flight,
above the cedars croaked his skyward rite.

© G.V. 06-11-2013 All rights reserved
(English sonnet)


Details | Haiku | |

Graffity

Immortality,
youth`s luminous graffiti,
drawn on winter`s wall.


Details | Rhyme | |

The gift of "Old Man Winter"

He unwittingly hovers
       ...blankets of subjective weather
Plastering his artic tundra
Bandaging white clouds together
Blindly...
     ...withholding ill trepedation
Refocused on our tantalization

Frosting earth's core
         .... with an icy show
Monstrously protecting grounds below~

Alerting those...
           ...napping numb spirits
With his icy mantra of sickles and cold
Old Man Winter's snowflakes unfold
Frost bitten chills triumphantly bold

A frothy iced message 
                    ...with wisdom to acquire
...conjuring those with a hidden desire
Here he laughs 
            ...taunting from within
Old Man Winter is relieved again~

As our spent energies are woken
He does not speak...
              ...but has already spoken

His gift...a dormant spectacle found
As winter coats 
                    ....our frosted ground
More time now 
                  .....with winter so cold
Kept indoors
                 ....to ponder wonders untold~


Details | Haiku | |

Endless Snow

Like an endless supply
White snow upon white snow
Cleanses grey sky


Details | Rhyme | |

What If Christmas Never Came


What If… Christmas Never Came??? What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn’t born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.” It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” They worry they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

Newness Of Spring

Chirup, Chirupup is now gone away 
For the Cricket now sleeps in the deep woods
Deep down under a bed of dry decaying leaves
Awaiting the spring's warmth to call__ come

Out across the now no-fence pasture
Lies a giant pan of Rice Krispies cookies
White on tan the dead crispt grass made so by the cold hoary frost
Chilled so that it groans from the cold penetrating deep within the ground

The whole earth awaits that warm sun who takes his time
Slowly slipping back closer up, up, up to the Northern Hemisphere
Will spring come to renew or will those deep woods remain dark and deep
Inviting all eyes to see inside the open venerable vault of clearing

Those dark deep woods encourage exploring
To clear away all the tangled briars, dead barren ideas that need purging
Open clear up those winter woods for new growth of spring
New ideas on which to encourage the grow of the poetic mind 

Been in winter long enough in that cold barren woods
Trapped in the cold lingering by the fire of hearth's contentment
Now is the time to escape_be fresh new
Spring _bring on the novel





Details | Didactic | |

I Feel You

Its there I want to feel your curves drip in wetness.
To feel your chills turn cold as I drive you up the wall.
I want taste your pleasure with my tongue as I run wild.
Wild through your valleys I can hear the waterfall run.
Drip,drip your juices flow from deep within..
The heat unbareable but a pleasure none the less.
It's winter time but I'm sweating like summer is here.
As you find me at play up and down your bodies sensation.
My lips you feel tugging your emotion as they gently kiss your curves.
The spots I hit you've never known this before.
As I find everyone that puts you in a twitch and a awh of the moment.
The peaks are hard as snow cap mountains in a winter blizzard.
Our bodies skin to skin all wrapped in loves pleasures.
The moment we share be of great spirit and soul devine.
But the love we play through our emotion only to find.
To find that we both most want and that is to be near and loved.
But to be stripped and done in a way none other has ever know.
But to pleasure you through and through as I kiss you softly.
I just want to explode in the excitement of two in love.
But feel you next to me naked and both us sweating as the fan blows through.


Details | Ballad | |

Heartstone Christmas

A special time
When the sun shone bright
In clear winter light
 
Robin Redbreasts
Darted back and forth
Singing gaily
The splash of red
Upon the snow
As they were being fed
 
In a magical world
Belonging to you and me
Christmas , came
In our hearts
The joy of giving
Beneath the tree
 
In a castle
To the right of the Winding Stair
A great tree grew
A mighty fir
 
In soft winter light
The candles  lit
Upon a tree
Faerie light
 
Golden feathers from Heartstone Eagles
Were put on the tree
Ribbons and lace from the Queens
Glowing berries from the Kings
 
A living tree
Filled with colour
Decorated with love
For you
For me
 
In a magical world
Under a tree
Christmas came
In soft winter light
Kings and Queens
Gave generously
 
Gifts of love
Colour
Of tranquillity
Passed on through
A kiss
A touch
Under a tree
 
Faeries flew
Trees, whispered
A castle, lit
The love felt, too
 
A single touch
Passing
You give your self
To everyone
They share all of you
As they share too
Forever lasting
 
This is a Heartstone Christmas
For what is given
Is love
Colour
Tranquillity
Under a tree
 
There is no greater gift
Then giving all of you
The light inside glowed
You wanted this,
and it showed
 
I want to share
A Heartstone Christmas
With you
Hold your hand
See the Northern Lights
Faeries too
 
For a Christmas at Heartstone
Is a time for love
A time to be free
Where the heart knows
Of everything
For it shows
In you
 


Details | Free verse | |

Winter Winds

Winter winds blow all around. 
I’m astonished by the sounds of Jingle Bells and reindeer stomps. 
All of this should never stop. 
Snow lies on the ground, if only that weren't too profound. 
Time only leads to decay, but not on Christmas, not today. 
You should see the angels pray. 
Toy trains, and rag dolls are the things kids used to want. 
But time has changed, yes so have children… 
Santa seems as if a villain. 
So much fighting, so much crying, it sounds as if the kids are dying. 
“I want money, I want fame, and these toys are just so lame.” 
But that’s the product we provided. 
Second chances are no more, Santa’s plot we wait for. 
He’s sick of this, he doesn't care, it’s as if he’s not wanted here. 
He gets ready to take it all back…. 
WAIT! 
There’s still one toy left in his sack, it’s for a little girl, half a world away. 
Now how could he have missed this, on the perfect Christmas day? 
He turns around, not time for war. 
This toy, the girl is waiting for… It’s not a toy like you’d expect. 
She didn't ask for electronics, or stupid games such as Sonic. 
She just wanted one small thing… 
She’s waiting for something EXTRA special this gloomy day. 
In a bed she sits and stares, at the window near a chair. 
She’s so weak, and all alone. 
She doesn't even have a real home, not where there are bright lights anyways. 
They've decorated a weeping willow, the only tree around the “home”. 
So she has lights to see. 
It’s Christmas after all, but there’s no way to calm the raging sea. 
She’s dying, it won’t take much longer, and she doesn't care about the tree. 
She needs a new heart extra bad. 
So, Santa’s bringing her the one thing, that will stop her parents from being sad. 
He rushes to the hospital in his golden sleigh, and climbs right down the vent, 
He’s saving Christmas today. 
Santa rushes in just in time, finds a doctor, the girl is dying. 
It’s not what he usually does, but he stays and watches as they save her life. 
He waits for her to wake up. 
“Santa, you saved my life, oh thank you so much! I needed my heart to be touched.” 
He just smiles, and kisses her hand. He’s so glad he didn't destroy the land. 
Christmas is still a special day. 
There’s no more sorrow, no, not today. Santa smiles though some are still ungrateful. 
There’s that one child, standing in the snow, her life can now be started in the evening glow. That’s life for the grateful, loving, caring, and the thankful. Most of the time Santa just gives toys. For all the good girls and boys. But not today, and not tomorrow, once a year he gets rid of sorrow. So sleep tight and say your prayers, Christmas time is but once a year.


Details | I do not know? | |

A CHRISTMAS AT HEARTSTONE

A special time
When the sun shone bright
In clear winter light
 
Robin Redbreasts
Darted back and forth
Singing gaily
The splash of red
Upon the snow
As they were being fed
 
In a magical world
Belonging to you and me
Christmas , came
In our hearts
The joy of giving
Beneath the tree
 
In a castle
To the right of the Winding Stair
A great tree grew
A mighty fir
 
In soft winter light
The candles  lit
Upon a tree
Faerie light
 
Golden feathers from Heartstone Eagles
Were put on the tree
Ribbons and lace from the Queens
Glowing berries from the Kings
 
A living tree
Filled with colour
Decorated with love
For you
For me
 
In a magical world
Under a tree
Christmas came
In soft winter light
Kings and Queens
Gave generously
 
Gifts of love
Colour
Of tranquillity
Passed on through
A kiss
A touch
Under a tree
 
Faeries flew
Trees, whispered
A castle, lit
The love felt, too
 
A single touch
Passing
You give your self
To everyone
They share all of you
As they share too
Forever lasting
 
This is a Heartstone Christmas
For what is given
Is love
Colour
Tranquillity
Under a tree
 
There is no greater gift
Then giving all of you
The light inside glowed
You wanted this,
and it showed
 
I want to share
A Heartstone Christmas
With you
Hold your hand
See the Northern Lights
Faeries too
 
For a Christmas at Heartstone
Is a time for love
A time to be free
Where the heart knows
Of everything
For it shows
In you


Details | Rhyme | |

Winter now

Wow!Its winter now
It is time for some snow
Indeed a beautiful show
From morning till night
Every moment a delight!

Infront of the Fireplace
Life becomes a chilly place
We put on cashmeres and cottons
So comfortable  and always  so very warm
Gods heavenly light reaches us each dawn!

It is winter now
So lets renounce
War and hate
Lets polish our world
With peace and love
Until Laughter and happiness
Envelops each and every place!


Details | Free verse | |

Winter Woods

The winter wood are stark and empty
Open for all to see_deep
Deep into the soul
Undergrowth devoid of green_no blossoms seen
Wonderful time to explore for can't be taken by surprise

There is something about the winter woods that appeals_
Appeals to the human eye
It calls come tramp deep_discover about life

There are squirrel nests hidden high(in summer)
Along with misteltoe_now seen

One can see the squirrels play intelligent they are
Not eating the misteloe

Oh! how the winter woods stark and naked stand
Wanting to tell all that they understand

Come winter says come sit upon a rock, stump or knoll
Wait, watch, listen, learn, 
As you go along in life, winter woods draws
Draws from its soul to mature the very being of the young


Details | I do not know? | |

Crisp Winter

From blade of grass to the tip of twig,
The white dust of winter fall’s.
Frenzied  flakes move in lost abandonment,
Finally pitch on fence and wall’s.
On the throat the rasping of cold crisp air,
The sound of snow crunching underfoot.
As the day grows short , and night draws in,
Now  the  journey homeward   took.
Familiar shapes come into view,
There outlines soften by the snow.
What  once were roofs ,now don white overcoats,
With ice jewellery now on show.
The old mill wheel lies motionless,
So still the little stream.
Held fast by Jack Frost clutches,
In  a Christmas greeting scene.
Chinks of light through windows,
Gives some comfort and delight.
Cast a  beam with an incandescent glow,
On  white grains as they glisten bright.
At the door the latch clicks open,
And with thud is now latched again.
Keeping winter firmly on the out side,
withIn, thoughts of summer to retain


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Spring

Beneath the snow, behind the clouds, biding midst the trees,
the spirit blithe of springtime, lay waiting to be freed.
With eager heart, her bluebells vie, with snowdrops and monkshood,
their joyous tolls of colour, ringing brightly through the wood.
The buds of spring reach up to touch, half remembered blue of sky,
that bleached the clouds and painted streams, as winter melted by.
Great regiments of daffodils, stand ranked in golden pride,
like medals borne by veteran hills, that brushed the foe aside. 
The rolling verdant hills of grass, with scented breezes bend,
as Spring, in all her glory bids, Hello as Winter ends.


Details | Romanticism | |

Rain Drop

It is that of the rain to which falls. 
That of a winter wind to which blows. 
It is of the rain drop to which started this day. 
Not that of a sun shine but that of a doom day. 
It is of something wet as it is a mist from that to have formed. 
That of water from the ground to which that cloud had form. 
There I lay, with a thought of you this day. 
As the rain beat lightly on the roof top it runs this day. 
You would think that far up, the rain drops would hit harder. 
But it’s there with gentleness to which God watches its fall. 
As the leaves turn color and it is of a winter fall. 
It’s there; I’m curled in the sheets. 
Wishing you was at my needs. 
As it is with my heart to which reins for you. 
That it’s there to which my heart sweats for you. 
Touches of gentle kindness as you bring that of warmth about. 
It’s there the drops fall as it moistens the ground. 
A rein out from a howl inside, that with a growl for love. 
It’s there I want to experience drops with you. 
As the rain covers the windows on the down fall through. 
Not of cold rain but that of a heat of passion with an explode. 
That we rain in which is a sweat of wetness and an explode! 
As we would take the day off and enjoy that of the rain he gave. 
And make it that not of a rainy day but that of love droplets of spray.


Details | Free verse | |

Cold Freedom

Look outside the window and see the cold. 
Billions of flakes of snow blast into the air
the hills topped with shining light 
They fly away to another end of the frozen night. 
The sweet taste bites the tongue of the homeless man. 
It frees the chained and abused paved American land. 
No more cars on the street, 
replaced by the wonderful torrential sleet. 

Go outside, hands in the air, and feel the cold. 
Do not expect heaven to answer the call. 
The only answer is the cold night,
that is brought by the beautiful, moving flakes of light. 
The creeping numbness takes all feeling away
then there is no wrong or right anymore.
Smile! Congratulations! You are Free! 

Join me now, lift your earmuffs, let's hear the cold. 
All the soft steps of a billion flakes in the world. 
There are no more machines on the road. 
And no more yells or hustles and bustles
of a million people on the city streets. 
All the shops closed, the end of human greed. 
The slight creaking sound of boots on the ground
but this isn't an another invasion; this is peace.
In the cold, we hear the true sound of light,
removed from the solitude of warm crowded night.   

Smile, remove your scarf, and smell the cold. 
Realize that it is not as you were always told, 
dangerous and dark, a place to find death. 
Ah, the sweet scent of a warm fire.
A family and stranger alike seeking warmth. 
Our nostril's burned by ice, 
the world no longer stinking of vice. 

See the power of the cold? 
Able to unite people unlike any story told. 
Do we need God's device? When we can unite to combat ice? 
War, a dream in this wasteland of our hearts. 
The old is cleansed and reborn in the light filled night.
The time has come to freeze the apocalypse!
Look in the same window do not doubt what you see! 
Yes, it's true, it has entered your heart, we ARE the cold. 
Shining like a million morning stars, reborn a thousand fold!
People inside huddled, ignorant and blind. 
Outside the cold we do not mind. 
“Become what you ARE!”
Look outside and the chains fall!


Details | Light Poetry | |

Rain Drop

It is that of the rain to which falls.
That of a winter wind to which blows.
It is of the rain drop to which started this day.
Not that of a sun shine but that of a doom day.
It is of something wet as it is a mist from that to have formed.
That of water from the ground to which that cloud had form.
There I lay, with a thought of you this day.
As the rain beat lightly on the roof top it runs this day.
You would think that far up, the rain drops would hit harder.
But it’s there with gentleness to which God watches its fall.
As the leaves turn color and it is of a winter fall.
It’s there; I’m curled in the sheets.
Wishing you was at my needs.
As it is with my heart to which reins for you.
That it’s there to which my heart sweats for you.
Touches of gentle kindness as you bring that of warmth about.
It’s there the drops fall as it moistens the ground.
A rein out from a howl inside, that with a growl for love.
It’s there I want to experience drops with you.
Not of cold rain but that of a heat of passion with an explode.
That we rain in which is a sweat of wetness.
As we would take the day off and enjoy that of the rain he gave.
And make it that not of a rainy day but that of love droplets of spray.


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Christmas Eve Tree

 Christmas Eve Tree

I went out the back door into the yard.
Among the drifts that were getting hard.
The sun just down and it was late. 
As I walked out the gate.

I Followed the creek still flowing free.
And came to just the right tree.
I Cut at the tree down low.
Till it toppled on the snow.

Beside the log fire in this room.
I swept the corner with the broom.
Brought in the tree using some might.
Stood it straight in the firelight.

From the attic, put there last year,
I fetched the boxes and sat them near.
Within are decorations of different types.
Angels, stars and snowmen with pipes.

There are lights and globes and tinsel by yards.
And near the corner are some old Christmas cards.
Pictures of skating girls and boys.
And children playing with toys.

The tree is trimmed for tonight.
The wood fire is burning bright.
It’s heat, for the cold night it will be.
It’s light, reflecting off the tree.


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Mora Piya Ghar Aaya - My Beloved Has Returned Home

Mora Piya Ghar Aaya (My Beloved Has Returned Home)

Autumn:


the leaves fell, as you left, a bleak chill wafting across the barren space within my being,
you left, taking your smile and mine,
my smile rests with you still, leaving a void impossible to fill.


Winter:

pangs of longing consumed me, my only company in the frigid nights,
my tears remain frozen, within,
unable to fall from my broken eyes, as I searched the depths of the cold, harsh skies.


Spring:

birds returned home, though you did not, and I felt soothing rebirth all around,
memories of you began blazing, their embers stoked,
and at last the tears rolled, like ink on this blank notebook, my whole being pined for you, my very self in anguish silently shook.


Summer:

alive I felt again, the promise of the coming cooling rain, easing the heat of desire,
yet the furnace slowly raged inside, your absence tearing into me, shattering my nights, my longing for you soaring unfettered across the skies,
dancing on clouds, blissfully free,


Monsoons:

heaven itself opened, the deluge an unending dream,
rain falling all around, mingling with my flowing tears,
and then I saw you, you returned, and I embraced you, never wishing to let you go,
and though I may wear the mask of the clown,
if you were to leave again,
my very soul, would quietly slip away, and in the monsoon rains, I would gratefully drown.


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Daisies in December dec 2001

Winter have come and winters have gone some were very cold and some were a 
little warmer.
But this winter is different so far it hasn't been winter cold it has been so warm that 
the flowers have been blooming!
I know this isn't very spectacular to most because a lot of places have them 
blooming year round.
Around here the climate is usually to cold and the flowers are tucked away in there 
beds.
But this year there up late and showing there heads. 

On 09-11-2001 so many of our flowers died and were taken from us.
And we thought what a cold senseless act it was that caused them to die.
I thought they would never come out again, 
but Christmas is here and people are traveling and hurrying and shopping almost 
like they used to.
I took my daughter to school and the air was a little nippy. 
When we got out of the truck we saw two daisies standing tall and blooming! 
I said to my daughter look how nice God sent us daisies in December.

Life on Purpose Live it before you lose it! ©2009


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Ghosts of South Dakota part 3

                     There were seven Indian Government schools.  All built alike.  The 
one I'm writing about is Spring Creek.  He Dog, Soldier Creek and White River, 
Grass Mountain, Two Kettle, and Black Pipe were the other schools.  The 
Headquarters for these schools was at Rosebud, South Dakota. 
	On some summer evenings we were able to talk our mothers into 
hiking to the lookout tower.  We followed the ankle deep sandy trail road to the 
cliff north of the school.,  A canyon lay at the foot of the tower but we climbed the 
bluff.  I don't know why we didn't explore the canyon unless it seemed dark and 
sinister.  The footing was better once we reached the summit.  The closer we got 
to the tower the taller it grew and standing at the foot of the steps looking up was 
easier than getting to the top and looking down.  My mother didn't usually make it 
to the top because she didn't like heights.  But she didn't mind being left behind 
this time.  We never could get into the building at the top because it was locked, 
but we could climb the steps to the very last one.  Even my little sister managed 
to elude mom and followed us to the top. 
	From the bluff we could look down on the garden.  My aunt grew a 
huge garden and canned the produce for the hot meals served the school 
children.  We kids didn't work in the garden very often, but we looked for the arrow 
heads and fossils.  Which, I suspect the adults probably considered the best 
place for us.
	At the end of the road, living in shack, was Old Lady Grease.  I have a 
vague recollection of seeing her.  Tiny, frail, wrinkled and gray headed is all I can 
remember.
	In spring and fall we were in school in Kansas.
	It's Christmas now.  Cold and usually snowy.  We were in a winter 
wonder land.
	I'm standing at the fire escape window.  The ghostly pale full moon is 
illuminating the naked arms of the trees as they shiver in the wind, swaying to 
and fro as if dancers in a ballet.  I listen to the winter sounds. The frigid air 
enhances their sharpness.  The ax's thud echoes up the canyon as one of the 
Indians across the river chops another supply of wood.  One of his peers beats 
on the drum.  It is one-thirty a. m.  but the thin walls of the tents do not keep the 
cold out.  Day or night this chore must be attended to for survival.


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What If Christmas Never Came


 UNSUPPORTED CODE What If…   Christmas Never Came???

What if Christmas never happened?  
What if Christmas never came?
Things around here would be different! 
It wouldn’t be the same!

What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger?
Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger!

If the baby Jesus wasn’t born.  There would be no nativity.
We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.”

It’s almost like this now! 
 It’s an “ever increasing business.”
It seems like nearly everyone wants
  “Christ out of Christmas!”

Why does it seem like Christmas is 
 losing it’s true meaning?
The very words; “Merry Christmas,” 
seem to be quickly disappearing!

Many say; “Happy Holiday.”  
They worry they may “offend.”
Having a “holiday” without Christ….  
Once again!

We need to put Jesus Christ back into 
our CHRISTmas season!
He is what Christmas is about!  HE is the very reason!

May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth.
May there be shouts of JOY!  From the corners of the earth!

Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration!
We need him so much right now! 
 All over this great nation!

May we bring to him a heart of love
 for everything he’s done.
As we bring honor to Christ.  God’s precious son!

May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise!
Not only at Christmas time…  But all of our days!

By Jim Pemberton


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THE RAINBOWS OF AUTUMN

Autumn leaves cling high in the tree tops
As acorns drop to the bottom.
Summer’s hot days have long since gone
Replaced by the coolness of Autumn.

The roses and mums are still in bloom
For the nights are brisk without frost.
Halloween is just around the corner
With the brilliance of Autumn soon lost.

Dead leaves create the rainbows of Autumn
Red, yellow, orange, purple and brown.
Soon winter shall blanket nature in white
As the seeds of summer lie dormant in the ground.

Wild geese call as they fly in formation
Across the star filled skies of night.
The moon seems larger and has more color
Reflecting with wonder its light.

Autumn for most, is their favorite time of year
Till winter passes and it’s spring once more.
A time of harvest and transformation
As the light of day is shorter than before.

How many Autumns have come and gone
Only God could tell the story.
How many Autumns have we left to enjoy
With their fulfillment, radiance and glory.


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Christmas Spirit

A season of giving,
frienship and love,
that can only come from the 
heavens above.
A starting murmur of the heart.
a rushing throb of excitement,
as children wait for the jolley ole
man with the long white beard and 
wears the big red suit with the big black belt
and boots.
he carries a big red sack upon his back and delivers toys,
to only good girls and boys.
the clap, clap, clap of hooves could be heard upon the roof,
as Santa comes down the chimmy flue. 
Sugar plums dance in a row while the sand man sprinkles his 
magical sand on children so they are fast asleep and don't make a peep.
When all said and done the christmas sun is peeking over the horizon,
and children bounce their parents out of bed. 
to see what Santa has left them,
A toy for Holly, Jack, and Jem.
A parents who stare into each other eyes,
with a look of adoration and love.


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My Friend - My Love

My friend the sun is setting and the days will soon grow cold.
What is new must grow old.
The spectacular scene of swarming rays beside crystal light must dim to shade.
Those ravishing ripples will soon grow course and fun in the sun will strike a pause.
Wind will bellow like a swarm of bees or biting ants that maze the moulding mud.

To conflict but to confide will only heighten winters pride.
Damnation two competing souls will draw to an un-victorious pause.
Yet no battle is ever won to humans the war continues on.

My love, a plea is as contceptive as talk within actions truth is bred.
Cruelty is masked by normality, charms of a conquest is often too lightly walked into.
You have beaten one clever soul, whose grip was fun but turned cold.
Now deceit grows a new face one who knows not his inflicting ways.

My friend I love to waltz in summertime’s brew however dreamers fall in line.
Lions await the waiting feline. 
Crickets click and fish do swim whose lake do you jump in?

My love the summer often wins first prize but even winter has a golden side
Embellish in the colours summer offers you, but allow winter to warm you.
Lick the fire as you kissed the sun.
Feel heaven in four seasons yet to come.

My friend, loneliness will hold us down consuming us with the rain that beats us down.
My love, reverse that beating to walk what’s knew.
Enjoy your existence, the diamonds is within you.

My friend happiness is not just sun, in finding joy in the seasons four 
And loving the gems that you live for.


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Silent City

Today I had a thought....
What if I had never met you.
What if I had never seen you.  
What if I had never felt you before.

The sound of your voice is muffled.
Is that the sound of your voice?
The sky is softly falling all around.
Everything is silenced by the fallen.

Surrounded by a heavenly blanket,
no sounds can be distinctive.
The radiant glistening cover of silence 
has stolen the hustle and bustle.

No more footsteps, no more movements.
This silent city has been emersed in winter.
All the sounds have been muffled.
Is that the sound of your voice?

Today I had a thought....


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The Hut

A soft blowing breeze lifted her sun bleached hair
The sea crashes on the jagged rocks below her perch
Her eyes, the gray shade of a distant floating cloud
She turns on bare feet and cautiously moves away

A seagull sails in the updraft at the cliff’s edge
The small trail snakes upward to a winter meadow
Her mind wanders as she knowingly climbs the path
She pictures the smiling eyes of the Moon Goddess

A rebirth of the God will come with winter winds
The snowy grass baths her feet as she tops the cliff
Her hands brush high weeds as she returns to the hut
She enters by sliding behind a thick tanned hide

A fire burns within the comfortable warm home
The flames lick a clay caldron simmering sweet scents
Her hand lifting a burning stick at fire’s edge
She moves toward the small altar with lighted wand

A shell of ground incense and two candles are lighted
The cup of spring water and fresh herbs are offered
Her soft knees bend as she kneels before the altar
She calls the Goddess and God to her safe circle

Oh, Goddess and God
Please open my eyes
To the secret magic
Of Nature

© Copyrights G. Jones 2008


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Tensile Strength

Here we are

Just the two of us together

Taking this crazy chance

To be all alone

We both know it has taken forever

But if we are found out

It will break our homes

The tether along with its dance

 

Pools in our eyes

Northern lights in the skies

Not a palm oil light in sight

To pierce this cold winter night

 

Here we sit

In this old mossy park

We two in the dark

 

The wise old blue jay flies

His flock may be spies

Or they are carrier pigeons

Winging dubious lies

 

 

The grist mill flows

In its easy mourning clothes

The church steeple sleeps

And the tree top sighs

A soft breeze blows

And the journey cakes rise

 

The hope we share

Is a tendered feather

Someday we’ll be discovered

Loved ones will care

Cupboards to be bare

And the threads that bind us;

 a half-life of heather

 

So with pools in our eyes

Northern lights in the skies

Not a sound or street lamp in sight

To pierce this winter night

Live for the moment

A tear in our eyes

Soon we must bid elastic goodnight


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A Mad Gypsying On

i wonder if those cackling coyotes

hiking the surrounding fields sound

anything like Hell, well, i sure hope not.

Hell would be a terrible place to be.

 

still, i feel and fill with remorse.

it’s the middle of November and

it’s ruthless Ohio with her revenge.

with the love of fall beneath her

and the sparkling of frost in her hair,

beginning in the morning under a

fingernail clipped moon and too

far away stars and few headlights,

ohio offers her lullaby here, now.

 

scraggly pups made of fur and bone,

calloused paws to a calloused ground,

tough like old brick and new cement

and an icy pitch bark that bites back.

 

people are being pulled from these

pages that used to keep me wide awake

but now only keep me sad and conscience

in the too broad daylight in clean clothes

reading things too keep me soul sick,

to correlate with groggy afternoon insanity

that is not like tonight’s cold but like a

burning city, with me, standing—waiting

at the pier with the commotion of some

kind of humanity bleeding from the parks,

avenues, alleys, clubs, bars, and markets

but i only see the smoke and hear the clamor.

 

the rest is made up i suppose,

and my heart in the other senses.

 

but it is too true for those

coyotes in that cold and

i dare not let them in.


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Closing Down

The vans are deserted the sites closing down
Soon winter will fall with its snowy gown
Yet all through the summer it’s been full of life
With brother, sister, husband and wife

I sit in the van looking at the blue sky
Though it’s October I ask myself why
For a visit to this place just to calm and chill
This place to should be left a bequest in our will

So sad it is closing no more my escape
For soon winter darkness will over it drape
The sea it is colder no paddling now
Just fishing boats sailing breaking the waves with their prow

So goodbye to serenity the skies of blue
Lets go back to our home of a different hue
Waiting for summer or spring to march in
So we can escape to serenity again


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Cold And White

Winter's the season cold and white
Those who hate it favor flight
Warmer, sunnier places in mind
But sometime monies are hard to find.

Others who love the frost and snow
Have many activities on the go
A day of sports, and evening of pleasure
Uniting to form a memory treasure.

So here's to winter and all its faults
Fresh fallen snow, skiers exult
Cold and stormy a typical day
Moonlit' rides with the horse and sleigh.

And to all of us who have what it takes,
Say "farewell" to those who need breaks
A winter of warm, a winter of cold
All balances out or so we are told.


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Captured for a Moment in Time

The waves on the pond
Ripple with the breeze
As the temperature drops
Awaiting the intending winter freeze

For upon its waves
A pink water lily floated
Its beauty so radiant
Colours so coated

The intending winter chill
Descended overnight
Captured for a moment in time
This pink lily of delight

In its cryogenic setting
Until the temperature warms
This plant of natures beauty
Within the ice, adorns




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-6.php


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Rebirth

Tis spring and budding the crocus blossom
the fuchias have died from winters fright
the cold gate of winter has released it's might
and yet in hybernation is the possum
 
the spires of the foxglove will skip this year
within the glacial tears have winnowed past
then distilling of snow hardened fast
anon the daffodils and violets will appear
 
The shoots of life spring forth in arias song
the frost within the heart of winter fled
fountains bound forth from waters shed
they have all been kissed upon by dawn
 
In the hills the trails gates are broken
winters past has smote it's autumn
languishing leaves can never blossom
and beauty of it's death rarely spoken
 
Purple lupine forest yet to stretch the meadow
the wetland swamps lay still in fallow
yet is tendered by frog and swallow
soon the cattails and water lillies fellow
 
The leaping children of the woodland forest
will spring forth from lonely glen
and years to rushed for blessing men
yet in it's radience within does rest
 
Seems felonious that within rejuvination
that the doubts of men should sprout
when manifest of nature does so shout
that rebirth to life and love it's susperation
 
But one must chose what one's course is fated
rebirth it's possibility to man
in soil the breath of life to land
Nature has so amply demonstrated
 

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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making It great in 2008 (part 23): come before winter

It's been a good year and now Autumn has passed
and Paul, a servant leader of Christ had given his last
winter is on the horizon and Paul's season was about to end
so he wrote a letter to Timothy and mentioned all of his friends
Paul had come to realize that time waits for no one
he understood that his time on earth was about to be done
come before winter he wrote to his fellow Christians
come before winter so I may see you all again

he had fought the good fight, he had finished the course and stayed true to his faith
he had came through all his trials and tribulations with God's saving grace
it was his final season and in the spirit he had lived
he testified about the goodness of God and the cause to which he did give

when you walk in the spirit, when you're in step with Christ
you'll be more aware of the seasons and the purpose of your life
Paul was most perceptive of his imminent departure from this world
so he penned a letter to his dear fiends from the confines of his prison cell
to Timothy, to Luke and to Mark he wrote these words
to tell them about spiritual warfare and the lessons he had learned
he cautioned them to stay diligent on the Christian battlefield
and to come before winter as his time was about to yield

It was a few good friends that he most wanted to see
fellow brothers and sisters in Christ true disciples of Christianity
it was a few good friends whom had always given him support
and always had his back in whatever spiritual battle he had fought
he also named some people who at one time had did him a wrong
and said that God would repay them for their actions before long

come before winter, come before it's too late
to fight the good fight and possess a true faith
come before winter and please don't hesitate
just stay the course by making it great in 20008


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Daffodil's Hope

Finding an image to focus on
My mind lifts my soul with song

Simple... my perceptions changing
Negative vibes rearranging....

Yellow daffodils spring to mind
So early a blossom, winter shines~

Sweet and hollow its trumpet appears
Soaking up sunshine as snow disappears

Crisp and bold flawless in scheme
Long winter's magical dream

Blossom Daffodil all around my lawn
Adamantly filling the crisp damp dawn

Boldly obvious blossoms in snow
Complicates winter with her glow

Daffodil arrivs at winters' end   
Offering hope to a despairing friend



 

 


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October In the Air

With colors changing as winter is in route
The trees stand proud as their leaves
Take on a whole new meaning 
Knowingly possessing the power
To capture my being.

This time of year is for all to see
It is a time for new life to be born
As winter is about to be freed
Slowly it greets us with each new morn.

The leaves must change
Their colors blending so 
Oranges, golds and browns
Oh such a sight to behold.

Enjoy them now 
For toworrow they may be gone
They won't last forever
Not like the words of a song.

Try viewing them with a loved one
Enjoy all they have to give
Breathe deeply as you look upon them
How many colors do you see?

If by chance you are here next year
When again they display 
Their beauty for all to see
Will you still have your loved one
There with you
Or will you have to enjoy
Their beauty alone
And through a blinded tear.


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To Everything a Season

She is exposed,
the last of her finery
released by a cold snap,
leaves in a cluster blown
by a winter born breeze
stirring in the shadows

Paying homage, she bows
fairly kneeling before 
the approaching winter solstice, 
and flushed with victory, 
though seemingly defeated, 
begins to weep

For she knows
her restoration lies
in the transient spring 


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Winter Rose

I planted a winter rose , and cultivated the symbol of love. For these roses are 
purely just,
 for these roses are more than any I suppose.
 My winter rose is but summer filled.
 with moonlit walks and passion thrills.
 For I am partial to song and dance.
 Clearly guided by cherubs bringing romance.
 For rose is my color and song, and rose is my lovers thong. Wrapping her in 
thorns so sweet, 
pricking her toes and binding her feet.
 Rose was and is the flower of love,
 blooming bright in its splendor.
 what else can I ask for?


Details | Free verse | |

As We Pass Through Winter

     The trip is short
              there is no return route
            we must pass through this winter
without fear
           This season is marked by icy winds
and crystalline snowflakes
we'll challenge the winter freeze 
          with candles 
          which give off
          a sweet aroma
and spread light beneath a 
darkening sky
   yes, we'll feel the chill
Yet we now realize 
that our journey will be fruitful
       and that thowe who preach despair
will be swept away by the winter wind
and put to rest
   by the songs we sing
and by the glow of our life's energy - which is now dormant
         but will be revived in due time
and though we are buffeted 
         by the winds of time and change
we will leave our legacy 
    to the next generation
who will face the stormy weather
       with the same resolve 
we show 
       in our best moments       


Details | I do not know? | |

WINTER PARTY


This quiet of snow
Snow flake falling
Restful so
Winter calling

This hidden glade
Where tiny elves,
can be themselves,
catching snowflakes
before they melt and fade

This soft lantern light,
reflects beautiful faces,
captured in secluded glen
Watch them dance!
Put through their paces,
in the delicate white,
far from the world of men!

The winter celebration
Held for many a season
by delicate jewelled elves
who can be by themselves
for no other reason

Darting blue light,
infectious giggle
This softly falling snow,
a playground
The elves dance in the white.
The game of tag and wriggle,
round and round,
delights them so

These elves dressed
in their party best
Shimmering in blue and green
Their wings,
with irridescent sheen,
the like you have never seen

This soft glow
on fresh fallen snow
Darting blue light
A glorious sight!

The soft sound of flute
Tis like an owls hoot!
Masked by falling snow,
enjoyed by elves so

This elven throng,
full of spirit and song!
The sound of flutes,
and tiny feet in felt boots
This party underway,
elves at play

For winter is here
in this  hidden glade
where tiny elves
can be themselves
and have nothing to fear
Catching snowflakes
before they melt and fade







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THE FAERIE TAPESTRY

The winter night and day........ 
Were so long......... 
The nights beginning to pall 
She set to work......... 
On a tapestry for the great hall 
The most beautiful ever seen. 
Fit for a King and Queen 

Full of glowing lights to be seen...... 
From the field of green 
Gold of the Faerie love, 
smiling down from above 

Diligently they worked through 
Even the youngers!......... 
Pulling the green thread too 
How the tapestry grew! 

Faerie magic blessed too....... 
The tapestry came alive too 
The Faeries had woven in 
The love of all things 
kindness, 
sweetness, 
and glowings 

The dancing lights, 
through the field of green 
Enchanting 
Beauty to be seen 

All winter it took....... 
Hidden away.......... 
For no one to look 
Until the winter became a spring day 

The green and gold 
Radiating glowing fire 
Melting the cold 
How soft it felt! 
Beauty to make the heart melt 

The Faeries carried it through 
expectant faces following in the castle hall 
The Faeries rose, 
with the tapestry made 
Such colour! 
Such a beautiful thing to be laid............ 
On the castle wall............. 

The green gleamed 
The gold beamed 
Tiny glowing wings 
and mysterious things 

There it hung for all to see...... 
So soft to feel, 
yet as strong as steel 
The Faeries shone with glee 
The winters work done, 
now ,glowing like the sun 
Treasure in the great hall 
Above the castle wall 


Details | Ballad | |

A KING AND A QUEEN

Autumn leaves swept away
The snow fell steadily
The whispering trees, quiet so
A world of white
A castle,
wrapped in snow

Darkest night,
illuminated by streams of light
From Castle Heartstone
The Winter Queen...
Not alone

King of Fire,
filled the room
Light,
banished the gloom
The Winter Queen..
His desire

Such is the seasons
The nature of things
Precious times
Stars burning fire
Winter night
Burning bright

A King and a Queen
Such forces of nature,
wield such passion
Beauty of snow
The flames,
flicker so

This is Castle Heartstone
Love, in the deepest way
Even in winter snow
you can feel its' glow

These immense stone walls,
radiated warmth
From turrets to stairs,
you can feel within
The fire, flares

Winters' night
with a King
Warm and bright
Winters' day,
with a Queen
Such beautiful light,
where the snow lay

Autumn leaves
Gold and red flame,
swept away
A Queen,
to return...
on a winters' day

A King...
must let go...
A Queen
The ending of winter snow


Details | Free verse | |

Winter's End

The snows with their chilled touches 
Are melting, have melted, and now are gone
As if welcoming the return of all feathered creatures soaring wide and free
Coming home now from their long absence of many seasons
Heralding spring’s return beneath the blessing of this the evening star
	Because she breathes

The sky is bright full off glimmering stars
In the night, this night, in every night to fall
Whispering of Damson Brea tahllana sae’sallien; child of the twilight singing
With her shimmering eyes that part the gentle folds of night
To guide us back from the depths of the moonless sky and into day
	Because she sees

The grasses bloom for miles all around
But I am lost, I am beguiled, and I am cast adrift
Within the sensation of my curled toes beneath the licking earth
With her lush wonder born once more all over again
From the heart of the longest winter it comes running in silence and still
	Because she sighs

There are fires on the horizon shinning brightly tonight
Breathing across the skyline captivated by its cold embrace
I watch all of this from a cold rock over looking the sea
Blue and deep it is like her soul this ocean divide
Filled with her silent tears that have yet to fall, may fall, will fall
Of all her memories dancing quietly of past, of present and futures deep
I stand listening to the sound of spring’s return in the cold
	Because she cries

Here on the edge of nights and days past this way before
Washed with the spraying mist of dreams remembered
My breath shivers from me to escape in frost
Though high above the sun beats down to sear the earth and this rock
I am cold for I see in those eyes a knowing deep and sundered so like my own
I am cold for I cannot help but to see all that she is and needs to be
I am cold despite the end of the long winter I am chilled to my soul
	Because she cares
		Cares enough to try


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Winter of our lives

In the winter of our lives, as we are lain to our final rest
We rest with generations from long ago
As time goes on and it comes to the day
That Christ returns, we will rise up to meet Him
With generations of past, meeting those of present
What a glorious day that will be!

Can you imagine? The skies filled with His glory …
The earth witnessing His majestic power …
As angels … and the children of God, 
Sing in loud jubilation ... loud jubilation!
Of Christ Jesus’ return.
All of heaven sings out His name!

I fear not the winter season of my life
With great anticipation of the joy to come
I long for that day, to see His face …
To stand in His presence … to reign with Him
FOREVER in my Father’s house!
Until that time arrives, I live my life for Him!
Today and always until my time of rest.


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Lest We Forget

Leaves change and then fall,
Trees once lush turn bare.
We see this cycle happen
year after year after year.

But what if the trees were communities,
families, friends --
full of joys, dreams
plans.

Along comes a war, cold and fierce,
much like the winter that's lurking near.
Men and women unite for a cause so dear,
Protecting their families, the victims, their peers.

Friends and family are now soldiers, and alike the leaves,
Are leaving their lives behind to fight for peace.
They fought with their might and fought so hard,
But many soldiers fell, the winds were harsh.

But alas, their effort helped their cause,
And the bitter times came to a pause.
As winter passes and on comes the spring,
Again grows the communities and their joys and dreams.

Joys and dreams are not free,
therefore we must decree:
Lives were lost, we must keep the debt,
for this cause we must NEVER forget.