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The Last White Rose of Summer 2020

I watched it as it was born in the drenching rains of spring, 
Cool condensation drops left over from winter's cold, 
As it grew and grew and finally pedaled 
Into a white, but, quite young rose. 

As a child of youth, it swayed in spring and summer 
Breezes, winds and gales, heat and cold, 
Its petals enlarged and its fragrance became 
A daily delight to inhale whenever bumble bees had gone. 

Maturing, it grew beautifully, along with its siblings, 
Arrayed upon so many branches of its home, the rose bush tree, 
And provided me a diversion by its beauty from my daily 
Worries and concerns - and life's hustles and bustles. 

But alas, summer could not sustain itself beyond its appointed time 
And began fading into fall, that time of red, yellow, brown and golden leaves, 
Browning and dying tall grasses, shortening daylights and cooling evenings, 
Deep into this Indian summer, onward towards winter’s cold and snows. 

It gradually lost a pedal here, a pedal there, a pedal every other day 
And finally had but one white pedal left which I watched fall floatingly 
Down upon browned and yellowed grasses dying, leaving but its sprig 
Upon its home rose tree branch in September breezes. 

It had lived. It was bloomed and went through its cycle of days and months, 
Sunrises, sunsets, moon sets and moon rises of silver shines, 
Folks admiring its beauty and inhaling its stirring fragrances, as I had done, 
And in its time succumbed to natures laws of life and death. 

If it did nothing else, such as make a great discovery, climb Mt. Everest, 
Win Olympic gold medals, become pope in the Vatican, it did a greater thing 
In reminding me life is short; we must enjoy it now – it will be gone tomorrow 
 - This last white rose of summer. 

W.C.Hull © 2020-23-9-772 (D)

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Trust and Doubt

Trust me, for to doubt me will not permit you to trust me.
Doubt me and you will never find any reason to trust me.
Trust me and I will give you no reason to doubt me.
Doubt me and I will believe you can never trust me.
Trust me and if I give you any reason to doubt me,
Ask me concerning your doubt and I will clarify it.
Do not let your doubt grow daily larger and blossom into mistrust.
Doubt me if you will, for that certainly is your choice` but,
In not wishing to ask me concerning your doubt,
You would leave me no choice but to believe that
You’d rather harbor doubt than trust. 
Always seek the brightness of a rising sun 
Than the darkness of an oncoming night.

W.C.Hull ©25-08- 1995 - E

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And I Remember You

I gaze into a sky of stars
Embedded in this night
And watch their twinklings, blue and white,
Across its darkened dome.

Once in a while, a shooting star
Flashes its tail in flight
As on its journey it speeds by
To where I’ll never know.

They say there’s asteroids out there 
And rocks as large as Earth,
Which, if they slammed into this sphere
Would send us all elsewhere.

Here, as I sit and scan the sky
Of beauty in this night,
My memory recalls bright eyes
And I remember you.

W.C.Hull © 2017-5-4-1007-F rev Sep 30, 2018

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Each Night I Dream

Each night I dream, I dream of you
Despite we are so far apart
By thousands of miles across seas
And mountains, time zones and the winds.

You left to take a job somewhere
In Southeast Asia or Japan.
You said that you’d return someday
But, I’m still waiting here for you.

Butterflies, I have seen return
And summer, autumn, winter, spring.
But, I have not heard anything
Of you since you departed me.

Yet, each night I dream, I have you,
Wherein I think you love me still.
I only hope my dreams come true,
For I love you and always will.


W.C.Hull © 2020-I53-K53-25-L61-25
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An Ode To Fall

An ode to fall, now gone, I wrote
With glowing words, in cooling winds,
Praising its start but not its end
Leading into winter.

For fall starts fair with colors’ hues
Presenting artist’s works of leaves
Preparing trees for winter snows
To fall upon the grounds.

High mountain peaks and rolling hills
Are all prepared for frosty snows
That winter brings after fall’s gone
Away to memories.

An ode to fall in winter I
Did pen with snowflakes blowing ‘round.
I’d bid it stay a longer while
But, it would not and left.

W.C.Hull © 2014-23-11-884 (E)

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Eight Classical Music Cats

Once we had eight cats 
Who loved classical music,
As I discovered 
One day as they sat 
Meowing on my carpet, 
Watching my TV…  

Listening as one, 
Then another, classical
Music piece was played. 

W.C.Hull © 2020-12-5-H1425-
2535-I52-K52-3-L59-3

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A Winter Walk

A winter walk in minus five, Celsius degrees, 
Is colder than tee shirts of summer time. 
The snow is crisp, snow holes abound 
Along the trails I walk 
And keeping from an ankle turned 
Is challenging indeed. 

Mr. Sun is fully out, bright dazzling in blue, 
No winter clouds to block its rays of warmth 
From many million miles away 
Along these trails of snow, 
With winter breezes oh, so cold 
Brushing upon my face. 

Invigorating without doubt, many will attest, 
Can such a walk in winter time be felt, 
As minus five in Celsius 
Keeps nipping at one's ears 
And finger tips call for a rub 
From time to time to time. 


Back home again, I hang up my hooded coat and scarf, 
Heater my winter boots and mitts to warm. 
- And I rub my hands quite briskly, 
Still chilled from on my walk     
That I could do this winter's day 
Far, far away from spring.  


W.C.Hull © 2011-5-3-697 (D)

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A Walk In Rain Through Power's Pond Park

I took a walk in falling rain
And fog, beneath dark looking clouds,
Cool breezes tickling my nose
As I walked through Power’s Pond Park.

Others were brave out walking too,
Gaiting about, out on the go,
Some just walking, more walking dogs
And others jogging or running.

Raindrops were gently falling
While I was out walking about.
Some clouds were parting while sailing; 
I thought that they soon would be gone.

But, just as I was nearing home
In my raincoat with hood pulled up,
A cloud burst of rain fell from the sky
As if to be sure it got me.

I walked much faster to get home
But faster brought raindrops the more
And home found me drenched, chilly cold
From my walk in Power’s Pond Park.

W.C.Hull © 2014-27-10-871 (E)

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A Christmas Light Bulb Relit

I felt cold winter winds upon 
My face, my hands, my ears, 
Wet blowing snowflakes, chilly white, 
That to my eyes brought tears. 
I was outside hanging lights 
That would in darkness glow 
And with their multicolored rays 
Create for all, snow shows. 
When plugged in, up atop the roof, 
All bulbs but one beamed bright, 
I knew that it was "climb up time", 
Up there this winter's night. 
I turned around to go and get 
My ladder from the shed, 
When up above my roof, I heard 
A whooooosh beyond my head. 
I looked up in the night sky where 
A very bright light shone 
All through the sky, on houses, cars; 
I blinked and it was gone. 
The light bulb that had failed before 
To light was glowing bright, 
Much brighter than the rest of them 
Here on this snowy night. 
Amidst a flash across the sky 
I heard a voice, I swear, 
Call out -"Take care and cast your smile 
To people everywhere. 
It's not the lights that glow that need 
A spark - it's those gone out. 
Shine forth your joy to all the world, 
That's what love's about." 

W.C.Hull © 2003-23-12-689 (A)

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For the Closeness of a Companion

Oh, to have the hugs and closeness of a companion,
To hear laughter of happiness,
To see youthful smiles on tender lips,
To scent a fragrance worn,
To feel the warmth of entwined fingers holding hands,
Walking hand in hand in sunshine, rain showers,
In enjoyment, wanting to be together,
To be close to each other.
Oh, to park on a beach of an ocean watching a setting sun
Bring on evening hues, darkness and night time lights,
To play board games helping pass long hours of an even longer evening,
To kiss wantingly, tenderly and know that a beautiful 
Vale is just over the hill to be explored.
Oh, for the closeness of a companion. 

W.C.Hull © 25-08-1995-E