Tag: Poetry
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Red Berries And Snow
November comes And November goes, With the last red berries And the first white snows. With night coming early, And dawn coming late, And ice in the bucket And frost at the gate. The fires burn And the kettles sing, And earth sinks to rest Until next spring. Elizabeth Coatsworth
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Blue Winter
Winter uses all the blues there are. One shade of blue for water, one for ice, Another blue for shadows over snow. The clear or cloudy sky uses blue twice– Both different blues. And hills row after row Are colored blue according to how far. You know the bluejay’s double-blue device Shows best when there…
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Mud-Luscious and Puddle-Wonderful
In the aftermath of a sheet of ice covering all of nature’s beauty, we are now left with a world best described by the wonderful words of E. E. Cummings compared to my choice of words for this melting wonderland in our yard, “the world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.” The trees were raining melting ice and…
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Hung Up To Dry
I’ll love you till the ocean Is folded and hung up to dry And the seven stars go squawking Like geese about the sky W. H. Auden – As I Walked Out One Evening
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Dark Days Of Autumn
My Sorrow, when she’s here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered tree; She walks the sodden pasture lane. Robert Frost (My November Guest)
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Return Journey
We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. T. S. Eliot (Four Quartets)
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Bliss Of Solitude
I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud By William Wordsworth 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…
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Dreams
“Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow.” Langston Hughes
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I Kind Of Understand How He Feels
After a few days of dealing with the aftermath of fall colors, a computer crash (thank god for backups) and a broken furnace (a new one is needed), today I kind of understand the bad attitude of this swan. Unfortunately, this swan seems to have a bad attitude all year as he chases away the…
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