Perspective

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Sometimes the weather

is more what you choose to see

than what can be felt

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A Happy Thought

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Lacy negligees

Cover nakedness with grace

God’s winter white-out

 

Thanksgiving Parade

cranberry leaves

Pumpkins paint the garden coral,

Arbours don their Sunday best;

Grasses nod in shades of sorrel,

Geese sing hymns upon their quest.

Raindrops augment sweet perfume

As Autumn acts her great charade;

All of Nature stands in wonder,

Gives her thanks in loud parade.

In the Gallery

snowy branches

 

Winter’s brush, with frozen bristles

Decorates the thorns and thistles –

Weaves her words to paint a spell

That beautifies the weeds as well

As ever Solomon was dressed

In kingly robes and royal crest;

Her art, expressed in silver tones,

Becomes the flesh to drape bare bones,

Makes beautiful the cold mundane,

Declares the glory of her reign.

I, who humbly view her show,

Am lured, enraptured by the snow.