Snowman melting.
Sunbeams pelting.
Ice welding.
Winds belting.
Nothing helping.
The sun was bright.
The mood was light
The snow was white.
Try as he might.
He put up a good fight.
Well into the night.
When the world was frozen,
this snowman was chosen.
He was built with emotion.
And cared for with devotion.
On a wistful Wednesday weekday,
whilst wandering through the woods
we came upon windswept weeds and willows
weeping, whispering in the wind.
Wandering wishy-washy
as the wind wildly whispers,
waves of white wavering
as the walloping,westerly winds blow.
And a whimsical, whiskered wabbit
waited, wobbling, and wisely watched
the wristwatch, writing, well-versed,
wishing the whole wide world well.
Whimsically, whispering words of wisdom
as the westerly winds fell.
Wine coloured glasses
Slices white bread.
The Yellow House
Have you ever wondered
who lived in this house?
Once upon a time,
a long time ago.
When the paint was fresh,
and the structure sound.
Before the walls
of faded yellow,
had all but fallen down.
Who were they?
What would they say
if they stopped by
to see it today.
About those who
deserted their home so fine.
Was it keeping up with the Jones'
that ruled their minds?
Oh fallen house
the stories you could tell,
Squeak the mice
who live there still,
amongst the rafts, and
traveling along the broken window sill.
Behind the banks of fallen snow,
Behind the trees that in front now grow.
Remains of the yellow house
From which this poem flows.
Words of William Shakespeare
Blow, blow,thou winter wind,
Thou are not so unkind
As man's ingraditude:
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho: unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning,most loving mere folly:
Then, heigh-ho, the holly!
This life most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remembered not,
Heigh-ho: sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly
Like needles of lace
a cone of snowflakes
gathers,light as air.
A breath of wind, and the flakes
scatter
into nowhere.
On top of a green needle
a tiny snowflake falls.
It clings tightly
to it's resinous hull.
More flakes gather
tatting like lace,
upon the pine trees
a fascicle resting place.
A gigantic white oak
my favourite tree,
can hold more life
than either you or me.
Looming high in the sky,
it's limbs, grey and old,
carry a strength
for the world to behold.
Somewhere, under the snow
a tiny cedar bench
continues to glow.
Slip Sliding Away
Lyrics by Paul Simon
Slip slidin’ away,
Slip slidin’ away.
You know the nearer your destination
The more you’re slip slidin’ away.
Working hard to stay….
Fall, Leaves, Fall. by Emily Bronte
Fall, leaves, fall;
die, flowers, away;
lengthen the night and shorten the day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossoms where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.
Appreciation
Passion
Awareness
Thankfulness
Healing
Yahweh
APATHY…..KICK IT OUT!!!!!
Ice cream
Melting
Sweetness
Running down
Into a puddle
On the ground.
Little ants
Scurry
Round and round
Hoping for more
Ice cream
To find its way
DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm looking at a blue book
Laying on a shelf.
It's staring back at me,
Yelling about itself.
Pick me up, it says.
Open the cover and turn the page.
It holds the information
That you are afraid to crave.
You need to study me
To read my every word.
You will feel so much better
After every word is heard.
But I only stare
As tears roll down my face.
I hate its very existence,
I want it to disappear without a trace.
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