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Custom
Poetry
For All Occasions
About Nature
THESE DAYS ARE MINE
These days are mine, these autumn
days
These days of golden leaves
I claim the fields of ginger stalks
And mounds of amber sheaves
I gather colors in my arms
Of brilliant maple trees
I hold the forest in embrace
I breathe the autumn breeze
This season’s mine, this moment’s
mine
To contemplate what is
But there’s a wren high on a twig
Who thinks that it is his!
SNAGGED
Pyracantha thorns unseen
On reaching gnarled branch of green
Seemed resolute to catch my eye
And snagged my sleeve as I walked by
Contortions to release the hold
Of spiny hooks in cotton fold
With skillful movements couldn’t untwist
Entangled spikes around my wrist
And then I saw tucked in her care
The reason she had held me there
If not for unrelenting thorn
I wouldn’t have noticed life’s unborn
Protected by a prickly host
From hands that get a bit too close
And cradled deep within her breast
Three aqua jewels in downy nest
The architect had placed them such
That I could see but never touch
SYCAMORE AND WIND
Though shades of fall have disappeared
And leaves have taken flight
A soft enchanting kiss remains
In whispers of the night
The winds are dancing to and fro
Among the naked trees
Long fingered branches bob and bow
And sway with every breeze
November winds that chill the night
Are whistling in the dark
And sigh a sigh that lovingly
Embraces limb and bark
Two lovers intertwining
In the darkness as they spin
And whisper as they dance the night
- the sycamore and wind
DAY AND NIGHT
The day speaks loudly of itself
And brandishes its face
The night slips silent as an elf
In shadows of its grace
The day is dressed in bright attire
From dawn til evening hour
The night is draped in mystery
Like silence of a flower
The sun will force the eyes to glance
On wonders all have seen
The little stars will only dance
In eyes that have a dream
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