seasonal poetry
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To Walk Upon Snow
Plowing the streets was necessary,But it leaves me, though safer, sad.In that unblemished blanket from heaven’s stores,I saw for the first time, at last,The gleaming, blinding sparkling oresOf streets made from pure, white gold. I am too heavy to walk this new roadAnd so I dig out the cheap, sturdy, dirty oldPavement that is suited Continue reading
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Autumn’s Daughter
I am this season’s child though I am dressed as spring: The burning gold of fall is hid beneath the flow’rs I bring. While storms of thought are whirling, and swirl within my mind, All you see’s the cloudless blue of clear sky in my Continue reading
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