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Bless the stars for guiding light
hovering over silhouetted trees
companions through the night
bless the moon for its soft glow
leading the way through darkness
into a realm where dreams grow
bless the sun for its warmth
nurturing earth and all creation
light has the ability to transform
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Shelter me from harsh winter days
I’m feeling blue with not much to say
a polar vortex coming from the north
sub zero temps offer no warmth
chug chug chug goes the old furnace
environmental issues should concern us
burning through oil and thin wallets
car batteries die costing more dollars
shelter me from harsh winter days
the north wind blows having its way
dappled sunlight a precious gift
into a surreal day dream I drift
chug chug chug goes the old furnace
can light guide us in our life purpose
finding joy and personal fulfillment
creating poetry brings enrichment
shelter me from harsh winter days
chase these melancholy blues away
awaiting springs bountiful arrival
nature will bring songs of revival
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author's note: It has been brutally cold here
and my car battery died.
I am worried about the goose and the ducks
tucked away in their cove. How will they
survive? sigh..
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Today, after a long stretch of bitter cold I feel the warmth of the sun. The temperature rises out of the single digits. Wrapped in my winter gear I head out for a walk. The snow from last week is still heavy and appears to have lost its gleam. The wind is eerily silent and the trees no longer creak and groan in protest of the harsh weather.
The sky is a wonderful shade of cobalt blue deep and rich. Overhead a small flock of ducks search out a place to land. I quicken my steps as I know where they are headed to the small cove where the water doesn’t freeze. It is spring fed and here a lone goose spends the cold winter days with occasional visiting ducks. Hurriedly, I step in the hard crunching snow making my way down the bank. I need to check on the goose. Hand on my heart I see her and breathe a sigh of relief.
Hopefully, spring will arrive earlier than expected and melt all this snow away. Making room for daffodils and spring dreams.
winter's grip is strong
groundhog's shadow prediction
crows caw a warning
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