This is What I know

 

It’s Wednesday,  and this is what I know
it’s cold and the ground covered with snow
lake mostly frozen, remains open in spots
there are two mallards with a goose mascot
my heart feels heavy hoping they survive
praying warm weather will soon arrive

It’s Wednesday,  and this is what I know
perched high on a branch caws a black crow
darkness set in like a poem written by Poe
and I wonder where the wild wind blows
tired of all this grayness and nasty weather
I day-dream  of spring flowers and heather

It’s Wednesday, and this is what I know
I hear the songs of the weeping willow
broken dreams, can whiskey warm the heart
who will pick us up, when life falls apart
surely the universe has a grand plan
the phoenix has an amazing wingspan

It’s Wednesday, and this is what I know
some days you just have to go with the flow

 

written for What's Going On?

hosted by Sherry - It's Wednesday,  and This is What I know
What are your thoughts for today?  Care to share?

A Goose Contemplates

Today, wandering in a snowy vista
a lone goose contemplates fate
broken wing, she is shore bound
 pondering words, do they hold weight

Today, wandering in a snowy vista
unfazed she stands on solid ground
searching for words on the canvas of day
listening to the trees creaking sound

Today, wandering in a snowy vista
there is a poem in view with no words
ruffling of feathers in the noon sunshine
 finding poetry in the majestic beauty of a bird

written for dVerse

hosted by Dora

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Songs of my Youth

 

The music of my youth
it may be aging but, it's never dead
it's constantly playing in my head
filled with emotions and hidden truth

The music of my youth
traveling with me through time
sacred melodies, internal rhymes
searching my soul, becoming a sleuth

songs of hope for better days, days, days
will we ever find our way..way...way

The music of my youth
comforting me while singing the blues
or whenever, I am thinking of you
some memories you just can't dilute

The music of my youth
filled with riffs and weeping guitars
dreaming of a one-of-a kind star
listening to a piano or far away flute...

songs of hope for better days, days, days
will we ever find our way..way...way

 

written for What's Going On?

hosted by Sherry

 

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Happy New Year!