Shadows in the snow,
how sullenly they flow.
In the depth,
of winter blues.
The colours,
varying in hues.
One war
is almost over.
Another one
may soon begin.
The clouds open,
and shadows form.
The forecast,
as unsure.
As the winter
is long.
This old tree.
The forest.
And me.
Following footsteps.
Of those who walked.
These trails.
Before us.
Let your imagination.
Go wild.
And you will see.
Dragon wings.
And other things.
Listen to the wind.
Listen to the trees.
Listen to the sounds.
Floating on the breeze!
I Know Not Why
by Morris Rosenfeld
I lift my eyes against the sky,
The clouds are weeping, so am I;
I left mine eyes again on high,
The sun is smiling, so am I.
Why do I smile? Why do I weep?
I do not know; it lies too deep.
I hear the winds of autumn sigh,
They break my heart,
they make me cry;
I hear the birds of lovely spring,
My hopes revive, I help them sing.
Why do I sing? Why do I cry?
Pink
Some people think
That I am a dink,
on a rink, wearing pink,
with dirty dishes in the sink.
But in a blink
I could make a stink
and call them a fink
because that's what I think.
As I wear my mink
Down on the rink,
neither of them
the colour pink.
Maria Tuttle
Raindrops in the forest,
upon a wilted leaf.
The freshness reinforces
everything, I believe.
Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust.
Return to the earth,
everything must.
And into the air
up in the sky.
On into Heaven,
go you, and go I.
Raindrops in the forest,
upon a wilted leaf.
The freshness reinforces
everything I believe.
Maria Tuttle
Looking at the World
Looking at the world,
through rose coloured glasses.
As the winds, and the clouds,
roll by.
Like thoughts, and ideas,
they make smooth passes
My feelings;
like dots in the sky.
Surrounding yourself pleasantly,
is difficult sometimes.
The flowers, and the trees,
aren't always in rhyme.
My expectations are like chimes,
in what the world finds fair.
So different is the light,
that my daydreams share.
Maria Tuttle, September 2021.
Daffodils, by William Wordsworth, from the album Favourite Poetry. I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves of glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed - and gazed - but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
Pussy willows, cat-tails, soft winds and roses Rainbow in the woodlands, water to my knees Shivering, quivering, the warm breath of spring Pussy willows, cat-tails, soft winds and roses. by Gordon Lightfoot
All around the daffodils One, Two, Three. If you want to find a friend, Just choose me! by Sara Mullett
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