Snow Farewell Poems

Goodbye, Odie

My little old cat is dying.
His steps are awkward, eyes unfocussed
and he cries when he can’t see me.
I’m not sure I want to be...

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  A red-throated hummingbird, betrayed,
begins the annual rite of packing up his nest, 
in response to the mercurial spinning of winds, 
and the twisted...

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From an aerial view, the sight of a beautiful red train 
chugging along down the railway track 
takes my breath away; 

One moment I am...

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Your farewell triggered a hustle of snow
Hiding the bare loneliness inside me
North breeze does amorous or humid blow
Your farewell triggered a hustle of snow
It appears...

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Oh, damned February,
As you breathe your last
Exhale in farewell iciness
Cold crystals fading gasp.

Thus, is your fate in Northeast climes
A fickle season’s whims and wonts
Harsh winter...

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Will soon be eighty-eight, not a great idea
To shovel snow anymore
The danger of a heart attack is ever present
Certainly not something to ignore

Up in our...

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a translucent glow
flows, as the year disappears
in december snow

12/28/22...

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a red-orange golden glow
covers faded summer leaves- 
autumn's magic brush

autumn artistry
Monet landscapes every day-
last hurrah before snow falls

their bright shawls carpet the ground-
winter, standing by-
before...

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Thor betrayed the command of Odin
So he could kill all of the Yo'dens

With his very own crew
He used his hammer too

Till Odin came swiftly wide...

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In Canada we love the red-breasted robin birds,
that sing a repertoire of songs with no words.

A cheery welcome in each new morns' hush,
delight is...

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People come and people go, all alike unlike the snow.
Smells, and skin, and laughter, and hair are lost upon the open air.

My dog stays close...

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Farewell to the yesterdays we once shared,
and memories that have me feeling blue.
From crying rivers of tears, I'd not been spared
when I knew I had...

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Money is green before me and my natural resource is tied into the replenishment our age... Oh, I call to you the father son and...

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wandering around
streets of Massillon
snow now falling down

walking faster so feet don't freeze
attitude has fallen ten degrees

shoulda left sooner
in better humor
escape the boomers

should never have come...

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...fiery the angels fell...


A lost train bound for November 
lonesome wail of an engines whistle
Slicing through the night
Souls Destined for the rim of forever 
casting...

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