Our day of thanks is past.
And Christmas is coming fast.
Now all the roads are jammed.
And mailboxes are getting spammed.
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Traveling from all around,
our friends and family abound.
The mistletoe will hang in wait,
ready for the kissers’ fate.
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With ornaments galore arranged,
precious gifts will be exchanged,
The food and fun will joyfully flow.
But then it’s back to shoveling snow.
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Spring
Life blossoms shedding care
Day’s grow longer, nights dear
Not too hot, not too cold
Perfect time, young or old
Summer
Always warm, always fun
Life outside in the sun
Day’s long, grass grows tall
Night’s breeze welcome by all
Autumn
Full of color, golden bed
On the ground, leaves shed
Getting shorter, day’s fair
Night’s crisp, chill in the air
Winter
World of white, weather bold
Day’s short, nights long and cold
Holidays, many friends
Bittersweet when it ends
Good morning sunshine wherever you are.
The sky is gray and the spring is far.
The winter blue’s now in sight,
reminded daily by the length of night.
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Soon will be snow, slush and rain,
every chore’s a major pain.
Walk’s now unpleasant in my little town.
So we’ll bundle up and hunker down.
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The calendar I’ll watch and mark each date,
envious of those who hibernate.
To sleep all winter sounds like fun,
then awakened to a warming sun.
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But I’m just a human, as are you.
We endure the weather, it’s what we do.
But for me the heat’s never too far.
Good morning sunshine there you are.
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This awful weather is starting to stink
It’s been over a week, I’ve spilled no ink
My brain won’t work and I can’t think
Past few nights haven’t slept a wink
I’m beginning to think I’m at the brink
Maybe it’s time to take up drink
Ice coffee that is, wink, wink, wink!
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A passionate evening ends in bliss.
We say goodnight, then one last kiss.
We snuggle close, skin to skin,
we giggle and stare until sleep seeps in.
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Soon we’ll dream, though none compare,
to the dream we live and share.
Then to wake and our day’s begun.
We’ve seen the light, no need for sun.
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Vacation: Time spent worrying about work
Autumn: When sweaters say “welcome back”
Winter: When outerwear becomes underwear
Spring: When life returns to footsteps
Summer: When necessity dictates our modesty
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The air is cold and the sky is gray.
It’s time again for Valentine’s Day.
Lips are warm and soon to be kissed.
It’s a winter’s day not to be missed.
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Flowers found to make the day bright.
Candy presented to each share a bight.
Hands are held and everything’s fine.
Happy Valentines, will you be mine.
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The sun’s yet risen and the wait’s begun.
The weather is miserable and not much fun.
Yet here I stand shivering and wet,
desperately hoping I’ll win this year’s bet.
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Losers are more than winners by far,
but another day’s wages I slapped on that bar.
Chances we take most every day,
so by this hole I’m going to stay.
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Just a little sunshine is all it will take,
so I look to the clouds, hoping they’ll break.
Will that big rodent peek from their den?
We all know why but no one knows when.
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Then out pops a head in search of a treat,
as it’s been a long winter with nothing to eat.
But a shadow was seen, so more winter’s to follow.
Now I’m cold, broke and tired and pride I must swallow.
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I woke today – weatherman lied.
I rolled over and I sighed.
Couldn’t sleep, eyes open wide.
It’s too cold to go outside.
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There’ll be no swing set or slide.
There’ll be no walk or bike ride.
There’ll be no kites to be flied.
It’s too cold to go outside.
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Today we have to play inside.
We’ll think of things never tried.
Stocking feet on floors we’ll glide.
It’s too cold to go outside.
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We’ll build a fort for us to hide.
We’ll play dress up – you be bride.
Explore jungles – I’ll be guide.
It’s too cold to go outside.
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Time to dig a path that’s wide.
Getting dressed, boot laces tied.
Wind so stingy I almost cried.
It’s too cold to go outside.
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All’s warm, coats hung to be dried.
Find crayons, colors I’ve eyed.
Draw pictures for the fridge with pride.
It’s too cold to go outside.
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Icy world all is gray sky-ed.
Plants droopy, looks like they died.
Bay frozen we’ll see no tide.
It’s too cold to go outside.
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Now sleep, teddies at my side.
Cold nights end, take it in stride.
Spring soon then winter we’ll chide.
When not too cold to go outside.
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If no two snowflakes are the same,
When melted do they come back again?
How do all the storm clouds know,
What each other makes for snow?
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Though thought all different, ingredients same
Freely floating flakes, cousins of rain
Minuscule crystals suspended in lines
Destiny’s same – the kiss of sunshine
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Just another of natures’ follies, like we all
The higher the cloud, the faster the fall
The longer the blizzard, the deeper the strife
The hotter the day, the shorter the life
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Do we really care if snowflakes are the same?
Or are we just repeating an old silly game?
A game that can never ever be won –
When all the pieces melt in the sun
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In the land of the dragon when nights get long.
The air is cold and the wind is strong.
In caves they’ll gather all cozy and warm.
But first, they’ll prepare before the big storm.
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The holiday’s near and another year’s treat.
Moms and dads busy to make all things neat.
The children make dangles to dress up their tree.
Then off to slumber for a week, two or three.
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Their parents when done with winter chores,
warm their homes and open their doors.
The children then wake to a new winter’s white.
And gaze at trinkets secretly left in the night.
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There are mittens and hats for the littlest of tikes.
There are goodies galore that everyone likes.
The grown-ups all share a warm hearted kiss.
Then hugs all around that’s never to miss.
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The teens await the greatest gift of all.
They’ll soon learn to fly or tumble and fall.
But the new snow’s now deep and oh so soft.
It’s perfect for landing when not high aloft.
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When the sun gets low and the chill sets in.
Homeward they head for the feast begin.
They’ll all sing and dance and sip warm sno-nog.
The night then ends with the last burning log.
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Eyelids grow heavy, eyes soon to close.
Socks pulled snugly over big chilly toes.
Hibernation then starts and dreams it’ll bring,
where thoughts are warm awaiting the spring.
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The first snow of the year
fell while we all slept.
We woke to a world of white;
all’s eerily wind-swept.
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The outside’s frigid cold,
no need to go out yet.
This storm will last all day,
there’s plenty of time to fret.
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The sidewalk must be shoveled
and the driveway too.
The steps will need some salt
to track in on my shoe.
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My cats will be upset;
they’re not going out today.
I’ll give them a little catnip;
I wish I too could play.
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But soon this day will end
and a fire I’ll then light.
I’ll snuggle with my sweetheart,
cozy through the night.
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The first snow’s always fun,
a feast for seasoned eyes.
But after that we wait for spring
and warm, clear blue skies.
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One more month and spring is here.
When freezing to death’s no longer a fear.
We’ll pack our sweaters, hats and coats.
Soon the bay will fill with boats.
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Flowers will bloom and temps will rise.
Trees will green before longing eyes.
Days get longer, nights a bit cool.
But now we wait, because time’s cruel.
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I don’t hate winter or the cold.
But those months are growing old.
I do like autumn but spring is still best.
So for one more month I’ll just rest.
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Cold is opening
The refrigerator door
To feel a warm breeze
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First Snow –
November flurry
A light dusting, just a taste
Nature’s gentle way
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Hibernation –
Armor of the down
Wooly virtue, thermal lust
Winter’s flannel dreams
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Magnificent Magnification –
A heart and souls lens
The unseen invisible
Warmth forever felt
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Soon it’s fall, but first back to school, days getting shorter, nights get cool. Then the winter and with it snow, wrapping the world in its glow.
We’ll build forts, make balls to throw. So many things to do in the snow, sledding and skiing, rolling in white. Hoping for more snow every night. Morning’s good news, stay home from class. Fun things to do with time to pass, make a snowman with rocks for eyes, that see’s all in cold winter skies.
We’ll stay in and play or just talk. Then shovel a long path to walk, to the street though nowhere to go. Everything’s closed because of the snow. Crusty piles; high, dirty and gray, wetter and smaller each new day. Snowman’s withered, springs on the way, time to make up for our snow day. Waking one morning, snow’s no more, instead there’s flowers by my door. Springs arrived and welcome by all, summers next and followed by fall Like the seasons our life goes round. Searching for answers already found. Around and around we all go, waiting for summer then for snow. * The End sck091514 |
‘Twas a sad tale penned
of a long and boring life:
Chapter One – The End
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I warn you now I have no clue
Where this poem is going to
Or if it is a poem at all
I can’t decide, you make the call
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Trees fallen for me to rhyme
Till out of space, bounds, breath and time
Out to lunch and there I’ll join you
We’ll rearrange words on life’s menu
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Time is free, food is not
Sleep spent in dollars per spot
Feet walk, wheels run
Hands make wings to the sun
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Voices singing for all who hear
Through buds growing in the ear
Tiny wires dangle from there
Yet no-one seems to give a care
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With tablet and Wi-Fi at the ready
Media replaced good ole teddy
Designer binkies between the lips
Smartphones at the fingertips
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Toddlers hunched, stroller bound
Multi cup-holders and Dolby sound
Of course a visor to shield the sun
The big glowing face that was once fun
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Now a menace to one and all
Best to stay in until the fall
When leafy suburbs bags abound
Full of leaves, once on the ground
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Cleared from lawns to keep them green
Exchanged with poisons in-between
Until the snow, when all’s forgotten
Of summer days way back when
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When sunny skies made all seem bright
Laughter filling playful moonlight
Now games played with only thumbs
Killing the most for the biggest sums
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Some might win the rest will lose
Most can’t, but some will choose
Now we’ve all a choice to make
Was it ever real or just a real fake?
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Or if it ever will be, or ever was
Or just maybe it is – just because
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The best thing about
cold and stormy winter nights
is snuggling with you
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Warm up for the bout
Sweaters at the ready and
winter boots dug out
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My story today is put on hold.
I’ve snow to shovel in the cold.
This foolish weather’s getting old.
I should move south, so I’ve been told.
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Fresh air and sunshine’s what I need.
No more boots or coats of tweed.
No more shovels, my winters freed.
But there’ll be no speedo, that’s agreed.
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What about sunburn, I burn fast,
a lesson learned from my past.
And the bugs, their numbers vast,
hurricanes too are often forecast.
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I’d miss the autumn with colors bright.
And the pleasant walks on a summer’s night.
Spring of course brings a new days light.
So one more year I guess is alright.
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A week was spent with no heat;
my old boiler had had enough.
Perhaps it was just a test;
to see if we are old house tough.
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The temperature dropped into the teens,
we also had some snow.
We huddled in the kitchen;
basking in the old stove’s glow.
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Now the boiler’s been replaced,
our cold feet are now a memory.
Now which shoe will drop next,
we’ll just have to wait and see.
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