Snow Lay Poems

Lay me gently down on a cold wint’ry day,
While the fireplace sparkles and blue flames rise
A day when the sun shines not to brighten, nay
Snow...

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My heart returns to you like spring
Awakening with April rain
As pale petals tenderly cling
To promises of daylight's gain

I turn to you like seasons do
Dewy and...

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I watch as roaring winds accost
withered leaves that would soon be lost.
Branches, once laden green, beware ~
November will strip your limbs bare.
Your clothes swept to...

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Detailing leaves of golden spiff 
I lean up close to take a whiff 
of turmeric colored leaves sublime 
and skies of ruby reds sweet wine...

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My evening sky glints motifs gold
In orange vibes turned ruby bold
Glowing remnants of shining snow
Where pewter winds merrily blow
Swirling imprints of amber glaze
Bending hues of...

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Fallen frost its dew point laden
Holds the rose as a fair maiden
Briskly touching her petals spice
Forging magic in dewdrops ice
Paused unwrapping her coat open
Her pageant...

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This poem is November’s song.
golden month of thirty days long
with daylight hours that fade at dusk
colors bright of orange and rust.
Most human hearts are filled...

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November weaves herself a gown
that sparkles like snow falling down.
At Autumn’s Farewell Ball she’ll meet
the one who’ll sweep her off her feet
as they go waltzing...

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November is great without doubt
blest by God around goodness route
pouring down His provisions’ flow
to enable thanksgiving glow…
revealing joyous praise-filled heart
sufficed along contentment cart.

Vanquishing despondency pout
brought...

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November is late autumn's prize,
arriving with its last goodbyes,
to usher in cool, crisper days-
perhaps with flakes, or icy glaze-
as trees will shed their golden shawls
to...

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October nights set trees aglow
as Jack Frost's etchings start to show.
Not quite set to pass the baton
Autumn's hesitant to move on.
And Scarecrows flutter in the...

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 "Symbolically, November symbolizes the final stage of life 
(Winter being Death) "
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At the pink dawn, birds on a wing,
All nature in the glory of spring,
Autumn campfires under bright stars,
Thrilling summer sounds from guitars!

Hummingbirds in the Tuesday...

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Trees and birds all whisper my name.
Everything seems to look the same.
So long gone, but my heart you claim, 
In the eve's crimson sunset flame.

Time...

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Postmen are the unsung heroes      		
Rain or shine they’re here on time	
Ten out of ten never zeros			
Such respect for postman...

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