MAGIC

 

 

Look up to the white skies.

Magic before my eyes.

White flutters to the ground.

Without even a sound.

Masking the dirt with white.

So pretty and so bright.

If it could remain this way.

A blanket for one more day.

SOLITUDE

SOLITUDE

A rare commodity is solitude.
It can be easily misunderstood.
To be all alone with no one else around.
You can do this in the air or on the ground.
You can sail off in the blue sea,
Or hop on a plane without me.
We can all use some time alone.
Without T.V. or telephone.
Time to think about your goal.
You will come back feeling whole.

THE DICTATES OF OLD MAN WINTER

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The epic battle of the seasons.

Old man winter tries to

erase all signs of Fall.

He covers the ground

with his icy cold snow.

But Fall holds her leaves close

to her body and her heart.

Some have fallen,

lone casualties of war.

The battle rages

on the ground,

in the air,

and in the water.

Fall will have to succumb

to the dictates of Old man winter.

She has no choice.

But she puts up a valiant battle.

She will be back after Summer

finishes heating the earth.

Farewell.

We’ll see you soon.

A NEW DAY

Rain washes away all impurities.<br /> It leaves the ground fresh and new.<br /> The fragrance of grass and flowers<br /> floats in the clean air.<br /> A good time to create and write.<br /> A good time to start anew.<br /> A new day for all.

Rain washes away all impurities.

It leaves the ground fresh and new.

The fragrance of grass and flowers

floats in the clean air.

A good time to create and write.

A good time to start anew.

A new day for all.