Snow falls around us
as we hug for the last time
Niether of us let go
Our first Christmas apart
since you met my parents
I feel as if holding on forever
could possibly prevent the end
As I look into your eyes
You brush a tear from my cheek
"I'll always love you," you say to me
As we kiss for the final time
I remember all the time spent talking when we met
Knowing you was enough back then
I never thought I would lose you
We finally let go
You brush back my hair and said not to cry
As you walked to your mom's car
it felt as if I died inside
You climbed in and closed the door
and we waved our final goodbye
From the north he came nimbly in the night
Softly silently bombing blanketing buds
Saturating each single stem
Snowy sneak attack barraging bombarding bark
Wracking white war-like wonder
With relentless wrath and rage
Cardinal calling watching in wonder
Bright crimson claret buried between alabaster boughs
Chipmunk and squirrel shell-shocked
By snowy shrapnel scamper to shelter
Relentless yet irrelevant retreating rush
Futile effort from frosty frothy forces
Spring stands inescapable
Flowers and flakes conflicted
Spring snowflake and spirea stand strong
Bravely bearing banners high
As if to say, try as you may
Your day has passed ‘tis spring at last
Ol’ man winter wanes wails and warns
I shall seize the season someday soon …
Inspired by the 5”- 6” snowfall we have on March 26, 2011
after we had 80 degree weather last week.
In anyone’s discussion
You might hear about a mission
That came to pass because of Gods decision
And through Gods permission
One comes to the realization
That Jesus is the reason
For this spectacular season
So let us all not waste the opportunity
To serve and celebrate in unity
And fulfill our destiny
We can be like the celebrity
Known in every society
Aspiring to be Gods major priority
Like Jesus the reason for this season
shake salt slow so she see's slick snow
Spring scent so sweet
Birds build branches
Summer so sweltering
Sore, smell, sweat
Fall, feel free
Bothered by breeze so brave birds breed abroad
Winter is withering
Flowers are frozen and forests are following, too
Spring and summer swoosh and swish
Seasonal changes squeezed and squashed
Winter and fall flow past by
Like all the yummy treats you buy
Swift stirring spring
Brilliant blooming buds
Soaring soothing sun
Fiercely falling floods
Soft soothing summer
Warm wandering waves
Sunny salty seaside
Careless conscious craves
Alluring active autumn
Lovely looking leaves
Dimmer days develop
Gangly grass grieves
Whirling winter wind
Bitter bulky breath
Softly sailing snowflakes
Daintily dwindling death
Sexy Sally saw Santa sneaking snacks
Cakes cookies coke cola cold cuts
Belly bouncing busting buttons badly
Flop flop Fizz fizz feeling full
looking like lazy lounge lizard
T.V. televised the terrible truth that
man made mistake mocking magic
while watching wild woman wander
Happy Holidays To All
HO HO HO LOL
Whispering winds of winter woe,
icy branches bend and bow,
catfish cradled in the mud,
winter waters slow their blood.
Scampering squirrels, fat & fluffed,
chasing, leaping, playing rough,
the birds are bent on staying warm,
surround the suet in a swarm.
Babs and Buster, canine friends,
stalk the squirrels who torture them,
they snort and sniff at gopher holes,
tormented by these mining moles.
In the western window, warm,
the felines flourish through the storm,
soon the sunshine's streaming in,
thus the cooking of cats begin.
Cloaked and covered, in cozy coats,
we wait for Spring with hallowed hopes,
to lay upon the dock again
and feel the sunshine bake our skin.
winter whisked without warning
burying birds below snow
hindered happiness hides in hearts
Until sacred spring sails again.
Whispers to her,
The warm rots.
Beauty of art,
Falls onto the window,
In all shape; touching the heart,
Flying down in a flow.
With hats on all,
The cities bright,
Thick coats in the hall,
No people in sight.
For it's winter time,
The MidWest is cold,
Making love music rhyme,
Keeping loved ones close;hold.
Streets are a fluff,
Driving slow in caution for all,
Children play rough,
Down the hills they fly so tall.
Snowflakes make snowmen,
Snomen make friends,
As the birds fly by towards the wren,
The weather lends.
But hold each moment close,
For seasons come and go,
Imagine a place of prose,
Now sit back and enjoy the snow.
bleary behind a blurred bifocal,
stare unseeing through wet windshield wipers.
on the steering wheel, cold, calloused and cowed,
grip tightening, loosening now and then.
now cruelly cramped in soggy socks,
numb in my shoes, soaked in sidewalk slush.
smears the night scene through the car window
with watery grays and smudged neon lights.
I come from Dawn to Night's long mile
Whose boyhood heard the songs of brooks
And mourned the sparrow's falling,
And Hope, those days did lift my wings
As lone I strode the gardened fields
Of honied labyrinth...
Apart, apart! In Ever-Dream,
My bliss found full at giants feet-
Enthralled, bewitched at Sky's orations
Or what forests deep did tell...
And now the Day's long-bearded trek
But to endless shade proceeds...
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
bears brisk bark, bellowing beats,
creating crops cure,
dispelling delightful divine dramatic displays,
ensuring earths ecosystem emulates enviably
following forecast freezes
Gradually God’s garden gesticulates,
liberating luminous libretto
Notably noted novelists nurture,
printing pamphlets, painting pictures,
radiantly raveling realism,
schooling seasonal sensuality,
then titter those tranquil,
Summer sultry sweat
Seeking some solace,
Seems so seductively soothing,
a proud flare in my uplifting joy
all the people pray in there coy
a cownless madow to bare
as we stay out of freedoms way
take a look at what u say
a lost boy was found
around the bent feather
Season’s sweat sets steadily on the streets
Flowers’ flags float faintly on the floor
Autumn’s aura awash avidly on the acacia
it streams in at daybreak
through the louvre,
then slowly seeps
into my dim, damp room;
it makes the dust slow-dance
in midair to an awkward tune
like drunken dandelions
in the morning dusk.
A Sunny Winters day
Cool sun kisses skin.
Pastel coloured ocean
Shuddering salty sea
Pink apricot morning sky
Seaside meditation tape.
Rolling frothing waves
emerge at fast intervals
Driftwood on the shore
Gold sloping sand dune
Giant swirly starfish studs
Seagulls squawking high
Leopard jelly sea slugs
Spiky red rubbery corals
Glittering foam sparkles
Extreme low tide no wind
Cuttlefish , tiny shells
Haystacks of seagrass
Jelly baby jube aneama
Soft small gentle waves
sound like a waterfall
Seagull flock flying low
red rimmed pale eyes
breathing hole red beak
red webbed feet high
flushed to body in flight.
Winters' wandering within
wicked waves of worsening weather.
Wildly whipping winds
whistling through windchimes
Women wrapped in wreaths
of wool or, if rich,
cashmere coated against
the avalanche of chill
around corners marching,
counting with a
to ensure a regimen
regardless of winters' waft.
Snow softly swirling
through the thermal drafts
not ready to land yet.
Not really stuck ...
A menacing mountain of a man, well, he used to be,
bursting biceps, boulder shoulders, just terrifying to see,
brutally barreling through each frightened, fleeing foe,
many still fear him so, although that was long, long ago;
Now his empty eyes cast, 'neath bony brows of his frayed face,
a ghostly gaze at his veins with I.V. needles in place,
his shrunken, skeletal frame sinks stolid in the stretcher,
his skin, the tinge and touch of the back of peeled wallpaper;
Here he waits and whiles away the weeks
till the end arrives,
behind this nursing home's closed doors hide
closing and closed lives!
Mountains all around , the sea glimmering ahead.
A dolphin's fin swimming sloshing near the shore
This chilly sunny Winters day on a low tide beach
Lazy waves roll in slowly , quietly rumbling to a fizz.
The dophin jumps out of the cleansing blue water
focusing intently midair just meters from the beach.
Its shiny grey fin and smooth body playfully diving.