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Walking down old familier streets
On such a beautiful day
The first day of winter
Clear and serene
With a cool subtle breeze
After the rains, they have all gone away
White floating clouds, scattered amid the sky
With its sunshine, piercing through the trees
Radiant; enchanting; like crowns of light
Down Echo Avenue I stroll, once again of course
Kimala, life, more....
Near the corner of Elizabeth
I suddenly stop and I turn
Looking back toward Pacifica
Trying to touch, what once was mine
The whistle of a train, begins to sound in the distance
And in that moment; this moment, for an instant
I feel the rush of love, flowing upon my heart!
I turn back around
And I look ahead....
And it hits me, it hits me
How wonderful; how amazing
Life, and all of its moments, its seasons, and its years
Because of others; because of "God"
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
What am i doing
I'm a squirrel in the cold
I should have listened to my mam
And done what i was told
But not me you see
I wanted to go into town
To look for nuts and goodies
Until a strong wind blew me down
I fell into a corner
All white with glistening snow
I hurt myself when i fell
I'm now so full of woe
My little eye's were closing
As the cold was making me shiver
Although i have a furry coat
I was starting to shake and quiver
I sensed a shadow approaching
A hand came down to me
He lifted me from the snow
A saviour he will be
He held me in a glove
The warmth came back to me
If he had not looked in the corner
What would they have found of thee
It's now well into spring
My savior's nursed me back
If i was as big as them
I would pat them on the back
If they could see me now
As i dance and run in the tree's
Where the city is just a memory
I'm so happy, alive and free
I read the lovely poem called " SAVING SHIVERS! (winter of '73) " by James
and i just so wanted to be the squirrel, and this is his reply.
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
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
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
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.
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.
St. Stephen’s College.
It happens every year around this time.
The winds starts to pick-up and change from a warm westerly direction, to the chill of the Canadian north breezes that ice over windows on the inside.
It seems, that these old bones can tell, as well as these old eyes, when the trees start whistling a-bit
to the chilly Wyoming skies.
But the last great photo of natures camera, before the howling of winter is at our steps.
Is the Wyoming colors of fall, that nature delivers to us.
Now it's nearly impossible to describe, what nature has spent eons learning to do right.
Blazing the colors from green to orange in the aspen groves of a mountain morn.
The cottonwoods shimmer their hints of tarnished bronze and copper leaves,
it seems damn near ridiculous, to try and describe these.
One can't even come close to drawing a picture with words, to the chaotic beauty of a Currant bush,
wrapped in buffalo berries that seem to defy gravity, hanging there all by themselves.
Not to mention the golden coat of a milkweed plant, overflowing seeds that glisten rainbow colors in the light.
It just wouldn't be describable, it couldn't be imagined in words,
The colors of fall, my eyes have heard.
He unwittingly hovers
...blankets of subjective weather
Plastering his artic tundra
Bandaging white clouds together
...withholding ill trepedation
Refocused on our tantalization
Frosting earth's core
.... with an icy show
Monstrously protecting grounds below~
...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
....to ponder wonders untold~
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