I wish on a snowflake
the first one that I see
Dream of my life
and all it can be
As it drifts to the ground
take a good look around
This magical world is for me
If snowflakes were wishes
that all could come true
I'd scoop them all up
and share them with you
We could make snowballs
after the snow falls
This magical world for me and you
To watch them pass on by
So pensive, grave, with winter in the lace
That shrouds each year that time cannot deny
A springtime switched to autumn graces
Has furrowed in their seasoned faces
And covers gray of silken hair
While all the world strolls by in haste
With a sense of reverence in the air
She lifts her languid eye
A wrinkled brow portrayed
Where lines of time and experience lie
Where every movement displays
The falling leaves of yesterday
Before the tears of sweet despair
Were spread upon the April day
With a sense of reverence in the air
Composed they stroll, arm in arm, thigh to thigh
Some say their worth has spent its day
She holds her self in calm reply
His world once used him by swift pace
Wisdom disregards the youthful chase
They walk to buy some flowers fair
Their youth is put to rest today
With a sense of reverence in the air
No tear should trickle from your eyes
No need to mourn for yesteryear
For sagely knowing what never dies
With sense of reverence in the air
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Inspired by Catie's contest Ballade Boomba
When I awoke this early morn
I looked out upon a magic fairyland
Last night a whole new world was born
Nature had been making surprising plans
To paint the world with an icy hand
I looked beyond the windowpanes
And spied a welcoming winter's view!
Enchanting houses up and down the lane
With frosted roofs, and sidewalks too
All the world covered in crystal hues
Frosty art upon the window glass
Beautiful designs that Jack Frost has left
I wish his artwork could be framed to last
But as morning leaves, and Jack takes his noontime rest
The chill will leave, and the sun will bless
For Carol Brown's contest "Welcoming Winter"
As the world
closes in on us
our eyes
see
what our hearts
permit them to see
In autumn - in
the waning of the year
as the trees
turn orange, red and golden
before the land is covered in white
we will see sound and light
Surrounded by nature's beauty we become a part
of the eco-system
A great dawn
awaits us
in the end
Voices of ancient
children
reverberate in the cool air
Sometimes when it seems
that we are lost
the rhythm of the seasons
reminds us of what we may become
Perhaps this autumn light
will bring this world
to its' senses
Strength, Tranquility
and a heavy sense
of peace
Are being swept in
by a cool Northeastern breeze
Spring has grown old on the brink of summer
the swallows having arrived in time have finished
restoring their nests now jump up past my window
to their home above right under the roof they love
dashing down for speeding on dancing and yelling
shooing off the clouds to make way for the sun
young once again is the world and the Green is new
lush devoid of the dust that will have gathered when
nights will be growing like the main fruit of summer
and eventually colorless blossoms will open and bless
the world with the magic of White lulling nature to sleep
till the time when light grows and starts a new Spring
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