Snow Dragonfly Poems

Still Daylight
In the Dark

The days are gathering…
dust, 
and so am I. 
Not intentionally, 
but metaphorically. 

I longed to have more time. 
I dreamed I could...

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Cockleburs

Small green weeds, 
with little seed pots, 
that stick to your socks. 

They travel with you, 
to the next place, 
that God wants them to...

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The Bright Lights

Her hair is snow-white, 
but it was not always so. 
It was black, like the night. 
It was deep in color, 
near as...

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The High Night of the Dark Wind

Dancing fairies on the lake of ice, 
leaving no marks as they pass. 
The tiny birds, chase them...
not to...

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Lay Down Be Still

I am not responsible, 
for what happened to you. 
You are accountable;
to what happened to me. 
That was and is still a...

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Soft Songs

The fountain water plays, 
a quiet sound, 
an instrument completing
the orchestra...
downstairs. 

The Christmas Ball, 
the sheer joy of elegance. 
ladies dressed in finery, 
men...

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The Map Undrawn

Written in the snow, 
by angels...
made from the bodies,
of the innocent. 

The way to heaven... 
is seen, 
fleeting in its passing, 
like a...

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Baskets of Faith
and Hopeful Fishermen 

Sometimes there is not enough, 
to share everything we have. 
But there is always enough, 
to share all of what...

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The Winter Hours

Cold is not my friend. 
It loves me, 
but it is not…
a mutual affair. 
Slowly, artfully, cruelly, 
my joints begin to freeze up....

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The Snow Falls

Softly my love, 
I watch every flake,
come slowly from no where, 
outside my vision, 
beyond the window boundaries,
magical…even whimsical…
the white soft “above”, 
to...

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Last Minute

The old lady went to the thrift store. 
She found the row of coats, 
and looked for just the right tags. 
The color of...

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Wrapping Paper

Every color I have bought,  
red, green and gold. 
There is blue like the heavens, 
white like pure snow, 
they both glitter and...

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Snow Angels 

We laid in the deep snow, 
powder white, like “new” can only be. 
It was fun for you, it was fun for me....

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Snow, My First 

I laughed all the way. 
It was so cold. 
The man said, eight below with the wind. 
I don’t think I needed...

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You Can’t 

Go home. 
You are not wanted, needed, thought about, or missed.
Why do you still want to go?

It is not the place on the...

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