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My Winter Leaves

My tree has leaves in winter,

Sitting on a limb.

It’s such a pretty picture,

As I watched the daylight dim.

 

Bunched together or all alone,

It changes as I look.

It seems to me they’re waiting,

And I am on the hook.

 

I made a start so long ago ,

It’s really not my fault.

A tree so bare is really sad,

The birds are more Gestalt!

 

They come from all around me,

To settle in my tree.

and it seems that they expect,

to get their lunch for free!

In Anticipation

 

I look forward to the time ,

When I can feel the sun on my back.

And greet a dear friend,

Without any flack .

 

I want to wander the streets,

With nary a care.

I want to hug a stranger,

Put my hands in their hair.

 

I want to smile with my mouth,

So, everyone can see.

I want to eat in a restaurant,

Where people can be.

 

Travelling the world,

Would be on my list.

Or simply the next town,

These things I have missed.

 

I know it’s not possible,

To break all the rules.

They are there for a reason,

The Breakers are fools.

 

So, with patience I’ll wait,

For this time to be done.

Then we will be free,

To walk in the sun.

A Fallen Leaf

He lay on his back,

A slight dusting of snow.

He knew he was done,

There was no place to go.

 

His time in the branches,

Were glorious and free!

But time is not static,

His memory the key.

 

You see he is a symbol,

of Summer and Spring.

The days full of frolic,

That memories bring.

 

As he shivered with cold,

On this bright chilly day.

He knew with conviction,

What others would say .

 

Soon will be spring,

And buds will appear.

Leaves will start growing,

Never you fear!

 

 

 

The accompanying photograph was provided by Dan over at nofacilities.com. He and Maddie are most generous with the fruits of their walks. Thanks Dan!

 

A Remembered Past

A Pinecone and a Leaf,

Lay next to each other.

Knowing full well,

There would not be another.

 

With a chill in the air,

They remembered their past.

The warm summer breezes,

And evenings that last.

 

They danced on the wind,

And played in the rain.

They did it at first,

And then did it again.

 

Life is for living,

So, that’s just what they did.

From dusk and through dawn,

They played like a kid.

 

But time has its limits,

We know this is true.

They living will die,

To make room for the new.

 

A Pinecone and a Leaf,

Were unlikely friends.

May they be remembered,

For starting new trends.

 

 

 

The accompanying photograph was provided by Dan over at nofacilities.com. He and Maddie are most generous with the fruits of their walks. Thanks Dan!

 

An Art Form

 

A Pinecone and a Leaf,

Lay all in a row,

I think they were shivering,

And waiting for snow.

 

The days now grow colder,

And the sun, not so hot.

It seems winter is here,

And that’s what we got.

 

I know I should be thankful,

To experience four seasons.

But the truth of the matter,

Defies all of my reasons.

 

I want warm but not hot,

With the gentlest of breezes.

Sunshine each day,

Well that truly pleases.

 

I want rain after dark,

To water the flowers.

Not hurricane like,

But sweet calming showers.

 

I know what I’m asking,

Can never be done.

But dreaming’s an art form,

And it’s my kind of fun!

 

A Pinecone and a Leaf,

Lay next to each other.

They started this poem,

And maybe another…

 

 

The accompanying photograph was provided by Dan over at nofacilities.com. He and Maddie are most generous with the fruits of their walks. Thanks Dan!

Smile

The world is in chaos,

And my mind is a blank.

I tried to be witty,

But I think that it stank!

 

The world is not laughing,

Cuz nothing is funny.

But I have a plan,

To make it a little bit sunny.

 

I’ve said it before,

And I’ll say it again.

A smile brightens a room,

It’s a simple refrain.

 

Even hidden by masks,

And so far apart.

A nod or a wave,

Is a good place to start.

 

Then respect and some kindness,

Could be tossed in the mix.

Perhaps it will catch on,

And be part of the fix.

 

We must come together,

To be part of the cure.

I know we can do it,

This I am sure!

 

It’s not always easy,

Impossible some times.

But we can’t stop now,

When everything rhymes!

 

I Am Tired

 

I am tired of sadness,

Of panic and tears.

I’m looking for happiness,

For smiles and for cheers.

 

A new day is here,

A new year as well.

Perhaps with some nudging,

It all could be swell!

 

I’ll start every day,

With a smile on my face.

Perhaps there’ll be others,

Who will join in my race?

 

Next, I want laughter,

Perhaps a guffaw?

Who knows, it could happen,

Then people might thaw!

 

Our world’s waking up,

From it’s long night of slumber.

And people are looking,

In such a great number.

 

We are all looking forward,

With hope in our heart.

If we just work together,

We’ll all get a new start!

 

 

2020, The Year That Wasn’t

Say goodbye,

To the year that was not.

We didn’t ask,

But that’s what we got!

 

We cancelled our classes,

Our sports and our clubs.

Churches and schools,

And even the pubs!

 

With sickness about,

There’s no shaking hands.

No hugging, so kissing,

No listening to bands!

 

One day’s like the next,

As the boredom sets in.

Those crazy odd videos,

Are not proof of a win!

 

I know in the future,

We’ll look back here with pride.

Despite fear and some angst,

It was one hell of a ride!

 

But now in this moment,

I am seriously bored.

The world’s in an uproar,

And I’m feeling ignored!

 

We are all in this state,

So I’m not alone.

But it feels like I am,

As I sit by the phone!

 

I swear I’m not crazy,

Although it seems like I am.

I can’t find a way,

To get out of this jam!

 

I started this poem,

With a wee bit of wit.

It seemed to be valid,

That I’ll admit!

 

But now it is over,

And I can’t seem to stop!

Help! I am spiralling.

I am over the top!

 

It’s Ok, I am fine,

Just a bit of a spell.

I guess this is the day,

When my sanity fell!

 

 

(Yes, I know I shared this in August but it was just too fitting to end off the year.)

 

Your Christmas Tree

What will you find,

Underneath your tree?

Will there be presents,

For you and for me?

 

Will there be games,

Or a train set for you?

Did you speak to Santa.

So he knows what to do?

 

I wished and I prayed,

That Joy would be there.

Nestled beneath,

The world would be fair.

 

The morning was bright,

The tree stood up tall.

And just below its branches,

Was Peace for us all!

A Snowball’s Chance

 

He was brought into being,

On a cold winter’s night.

Two warring young factions,

And a friendly snow fight.

 

He was cold and quite round,

With a definite flair.

His head full of snow,

Instead of with hair.

 

He flew through the sky,

With an abundance of glee.

Then splat it was over,

On the side of a tree.

 

He picked himself up,

And patted his head.

“No more of this!”,

I think that he said.

 

He played in the snow,

But away from the boys.

“Life is for living,

I’m not one of their toys!”

 

Seasons do change,

At least here in the north.

And soon it was warmer,

The flowers burst forth.

 

Everyone thought,

Their snow friends had gone.

Perhaps then next winter.

Once again they’d be spawn.

 

But our hero of note,

Had just made a plan.

He’d stay though the seasons,

And come forth as a man.

 

On a warm summer’s day,

When the freezer is humming.

Behind ice cubes and creams,

He might just be slumming.

 

So remember these words,

As you shiver with cold.

Our hero is near,

He’ll never grow old!