Snow Quatern Poems

'In the dark we dance together'
While stars glisten bright over us
Dancing ‘till the sky is a blur
Nothing needed to be discussed

In the dark, we dance...

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Oh, how I long, day full of snow
When dawns in gelid breezes moan
And nights anguish in frozen glow,
Now that autumn has left its throne.

As dull...

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The snowflakes fall and it is cold,
and the bright Christmas lights flicker;
the beauty outside I behold,
as the snow falls colder, thicker.

Walking I gaze at...

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Golden leaves of autumn delight
Where season flaunts hints of romance
Blazing passions of smitten sight
As themes chromatic swirl and dance.

Charming dreams of romantic eyes
Golden leaves of...

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"If her ill dying be not on her own head, then on whose?"
-- a rhetorical question

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The fall appears upon...

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Soon come snow-packed ridges
Slippery trails along frosted lanes
Warnings of danger on our bridges,
Blizzards sweeping o’er the plains.

Blustery morns, wind chill factors
Slippery trails along frosted lanes
Snowplows...

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"At any moment in life, we 
can change or stay the same."

            ...

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The whoosh of the wild winter wind
wrapped me within swift swishing swirls
whipping me on till there it stood,
a lonely cabin in the wood.

The shrill shriek...

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Faeries are dancing on top of the crusty snow
While the sunshine struts its way across the sky,
Especially those of us from the fairyland know
Nothing crystalline...

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The days, they come; the days, they go.
Like rivers on and on they flow,
not always smoothly. Some will be
quite turbulent, some trouble free.

Like clouds and...

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Resplendent showy white blossoms 
Will soon embrace the backyard rose,
Bring pure blooms to the pom-pom bush
And towering Bradford pear tree.

Warm reminders of winter's snow
Resplendent showy...

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Mad March hares box in morning light
along with golden trumpet blooms
another part of Spring’s delight
the threat of snow no longer looms.

Among wheatfield's sunlit bales
mad March...

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Oh, Friday, I am in your thrall!
Rain may pour and snow may fall,
I’ll love you, Friday, anyway,
for I will just stay home and play.

Sometimes my...

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FICKLE SPRING
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The spring, warm, then, cold, sun, snow, rain.
Hazel blooming December time.
All wonder, does spring feel a pain?
Fickle weather, it's inhumane!

Bluebells, flower buds showing early?
The...

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A muse on the loose. Oh, where might she go?

Special moments in life that made my heart glow

she visits with sentimentality -

to gild cherished memories...

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