MURDERS AND LOVERS

 

 

Read a book by the warm fire.

Moments can’t get any brighter.

Let the snow fall outside.

I will keep warm inside.

No need to fight the drifts.

I’ll stay with the misfits.

The ones who prefer books

that grab you with their hooks.

The fire is getting low.

The winds are about to blow.

I snuggled further beneath the covers

as I read about murders and lovers.

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WHITE COTTON BALLS IN THE SKY

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From inside my dark room,

I watch the clouds drift by.

Puffy, white cotton balls

dotting the blue sky.

Dare I leave my safe haven

and venture outside?

I’ll wait until tomorrow

as they float on by.

 

UNTIL THE MORNING LIGHT

 

The moon shows its head.

It’s past time for bed.

It casts a yellow glow.

I can hear the winds blow.

Time for me to go inside.

There must be places to hide.

Until the morning light.

When the sun burns so bright.

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THE COVER OF NIGHT

THE COVER OF NIGHT

Night is settling in.
Shadows move in.
A town preparing for the night.
Any icy night.
The sun hides its face.
The moon turns in glee.
Time for it to shine.
Time for it to be king.

The sky turns darker.
The winds become colder.
Ice hangs from the trees.
Frost covers the windows.
All are inside.
All are safe and warm.
From the moon’s games.
Or so they think.
For the moon’s fun is just beginning.
Who will be at its mercy?
Who will be left out in the cold?
Don’t let it be you.

WHO WE ARE

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WHO WE ARE

Align the pieces
To bring into clarity
A snapshot of our lives.
We are a sum total
Of our life experiences.
Who we are
Is what we are.
The end product
Of a life’s work.
A work of art
In the making.
Bravo!

LIFE

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INSIDE

A stack of books.

A pile of papers.

Words on a page.

Letters.

Poems.

Chapters.

Meaningless?

Or full of meaning?

Look inside.

Delve deep inside.

Inside the author’s thoughts.

His insights.

Hidden meanings.

And find the world.