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A sure sign that winter does blast no more…

There’s something in everyone that the world needs

It doesn’t matter if you are a doer of good deeds

Your soul is one of a kind

All unspeakable creativity rests in your mind

Someone can’t live without you

You’re so important, oh if you only knew

There’s a reason your here

Really 

Life is so fragile

no one knows 

who will disappear 

A new sense is emerging the one that accompanies me wherever I go and whatever I do listening for a deeper truth

We bury bottles for good weather and never forget where they rest.

And if it rains, we all get wet but cling bourbon to our chest.

And when it suns on wedding days, consider us double blessed.

Your tough facade

Your shoulders so broad

Your heart so perfect, yet so flawed

I wonder when your icy attitude will have thawed

All you ever give is an acknowledging nod

With your height and stature you leave me awed

If only I was brave enough to share a ballade

If only I knew I wouldn’t crumple this poem into a wad 

snow is melting 

means

there once was a small-town place where life was not lived in haste

to Boston’s they’d go when the pantry was low

like a thick, cream frosting settling on a still-warm cake

so does the snow angel sink into the cushiony snow

while the goaltender’s net stands at attention

awaiting the long rays to dry and render

No more snow poems.

A picture will do nicely.

The snow is falling like little angels from heaven

I count the seconds until I get to eleven

Come down, oh come down

My mood drops and here comes my frown

Oh yes keep coming why don’t you

I hate you, I hate you

Although it isn’t the snow I’m referring to

Small, conical holes puncture the sand.

Littering the beds of mermaids,

Lead to his burrowed land,

Covered beneath a veil of shade.

Grains of stone isolate this home,

Below the world, he sits alone.

Struggles begin to brew,

Inside his shell carved until hollow,

The gentle hiss of winter snow

Blown away by the moaning cold,

That bites the flesh and strikes the bone

As shivers haunt the foe.

  The air thick with unease

Trails the steps of broken crust,

With fingers, tracing its touch

Along the back, of the unknown

  The weeps of covered trees

Beckon to be heard,

For they have told the birds

Who abide the icy purr.

  Their weary cries could not hinder,

The fatal steps that crossed over,

The insidious winter’s fold,

Into a frozen world.

Praying amongst the dead

That one does not join them.

One dies in the name of their country.

Lead cannot solve any grudge.

Perhaps the time will come when I am confronting,

The dream that will haunt me.

Captive in a global conflict

Do we stand against those taught as enemies.

Courage comes a long way.

Now drowned in a pool of blood

I have become a Slave of Freedom.