Winter is Coming

Wednesday, September 16, 2009


days getting shorter
nights getting longer
a bit of coolness
starts to drift
in from the night

kids back in school
sports scene
turns over
winter thoughts
come upon us

holidays rush to
meet us
swiftly changing
with the seasons

does age make
it faster
as time marches on

people stop grilling
beaches close
pools shut down
list of to do
things to be done
getting ready

coldness brings aches
months will be many
before it is sunny
darkness changes
moods
happiness is fleeting

somwhere it is warm
fun in the sun
life is a joy
but now the wind howls
cold fingers searching
looking for openings

places have snow
flakes are special
but not all at once
trudging through
upward and onward
getting through it all

but as the world turns
and changes
so do the seasons
and soon the warmth
will return again

but as one gets older
time crawls for the
good times to get here
and speeds up the bad

one day at a time
may be all we have left

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Sunrise Sunset

Thursday, November 12, 2009
the sun slowly rising
creeping upward
ever so slowly
light streaking across
the sky
mingled in with
scattered clouds
bits of pink and orange
playing hide and seek
nature starting its
stretch
morning yawn
still a chill
in the air
muffled sounds
of the waves
rolling to the shores
soft cries of the birds
as they search
for their daily food
circling overhead
the sight of a fish
breaking the water
the quiet movement
of people slowly
making way to join others
in a singular way
along the sands
looking forward
to a new day
looking for change
or continuation
of what has been
bestowed upon them
for some
the search goes on

the sun heavy with
a full day behind it
slowly gathering
downward heading
reaching for the horizon
the expectations
of the day
maybe fullfilled
the darkness creeping
from behind
pushing at the colors
of the soon
night time sky
a quiet time begins
birds flutter about
searching for the nest
energy of the day
all but expelled
fish drift off to sleep
to the depths
they call home
some do gather
chairs for sand
drink in hand
slowly settle in
to watch nature's show
a stillness returns
words not uttered
lost in thought
light turns to dark
the cycle to return
the day wish to continue
or the hope for
a new begining

what is your wish

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