Mountain breezes blow
White sheet billows on blue sky
Gliding past the pines
Endless water lies ahead
Sail Lake Winnipesaukee
The Granite State still sharp and tall,
beyond our old, fractured stone wall.
The maple leaves we used to chase,
have now left an empty, quiet space.
The winter froze the lonely lake,
with memories I cannot break.
We laced our skates in freezing air,
but no one else is waiting there.
The April sun now thaws the woods,
of changing, distant neighborhoods.
The muddy boots and melting snow,
are ghosts of things from long ago.
How beautiful the lilacs grow
How ethereal their scent
Their colors from purple to pink and blue
and white like New England snow.
How beautiful the lilacs grow.
How beautiful they grow.
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barn swallows dip low~
peach light rises from gravel road
sun melts into maples
golden chestnut browns sparkling against natures reds and yellows
oaks, maples, sycamores, pregnant with autumn leaves
mammoth round topped giants peppering the countryside
climbed maybe in our youth, but many limbs are way up high
new hampshire is a showcase of beauty in october
before her mountains lose their variegated spotted leaves
walnuts, acorns and almonds are falling now
into the open paws of excited happy squirrels
I have a friend in New Hampshire, I’ve known for eighteen years
We’ve had unbelievable adventures, many places that we went
The security of our connection eases stress and looming fears
We’ve had chaotic times, fun times, in all the time we’ve spent
She has seen my laughter, tears and anger, all emotions there are
Accepts me for who I am, through every experience that evolves
I will always be grateful, as she truly is one of a kind, a shining star
There are not enough words to thank her, in all this that revolves
Heidi Sands
10/5/19
Coming from nowhere
Going the same
The tracks in front
Pointing to
Tracks behind
The wind on the lake
Reminding
That I am still a guest
The snow on the ice
An invitation
Begging acceptance
New Hampshire Winters
Are white
In my consciousness
And frozen in their
Clarity
Even whiter
Dawns
Out of the stillness
A Moose crashes
Through the snow
Never acknowledging
My presence
His majesty
Confirming everything
That unfound I’ve lost
His spirit cries out
And with quiet respect
I follow him across
The frozen lake
Leaving tracks of memory
One final time
—never to be seen again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)
Coming from nowhere
Going the same
The tracks in front
Pointing to
Tracks behind
The wind on the lake
Reminding
That I am still a guest
The snow on the ice
An invitation
Begging acceptance
New Hampshire Winters
Are white
In my memory
And frozen in their
Clarity
Even whiter
Dawns
Out of the stillness
A Moose crashes
Through the snow
Never acknowledging
My presence
His majesty
Confirming everything
That unfound I’ve lost
His spirit cries out
And with quiet respect
I follow him across
The frozen lake
Leaving tracks of memory
One final time
—never to be seen again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)
New Hampshire Has Spoken
©2012 C. Brent Cloyd
Romney is choice of the republican elite
With thirty-nine percent he’ll be hard to delete.
Paul’s crowd is excited and nipping at his heels
They’ve made monetary policy issues real.
Huntsman says third place gives him a ticket to ride
So on down to South Carolina he will slide.
Gingrich has fallen and he is madder than heck
His story is about the cards in Romney’s deck.
Santorum is still smiling and is headed south
Will his message relate or is he just a mouth?
Perry did not know he was even in the race
Betting on the Palmetto state to save his face
fruit grows abundant
plenty of vines of life there
go there.be it.champ!
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