There is nothing to compare to a winter eve just as the sun starts to leave In a village white with snow lights in windows begin to glow As flakes lazily swirl and fall A lone Magpie has come to call --------------------- ("The Magpie" painting by Claude Monet)
Tag: poetry
Golden Years
Memories remind me that I have lived.
Did You Smile Today?
Do I want to go here or there? This way or that? Why can't I make up my mind? What do I really want? Answers would be nice. Like why do they always die at the end? ---------------------- Photo by Terimakasih0 on pixabay
Winter In New York
Come and sit with me Let me make you a cup of steaming herbal tea Forget the storm raging around us The snow piling up an inch an hour Here, come closer by the fire Warm your hands Stay a while At least until they plow the streets It's brutal out there But don't worry …
When Chaos Comes To Town
I feel a draft on my neck Someone's cold winter breath The former pumpkin, Jack has frightenly come back He was killed on Halloween night There was heard a massive splat! Now reborn and chillier than ever Jack Frost has come to town. Wreaking havoc on the weather From the north pole and all around. …
Leaving Me Cold
October was a sweetheart. But November is not being a very good lover.
Whosoever Will, May Come 