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“Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week”
Joseph Addison
Sunday before X-mas
In a comfortable winter’s sled
A holiday heart, glowing in red
Cheer and joy, for a while it will spread
No one knows, what here it lead
Or where it will next head
So each night, before you go to bed
Whisper a wish to keep it fed
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“Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week”
Joseph Addison
Sunday before X-mas
Icing on the red vines
Blurring, all the straight lines
Nature’s tableau refined
Like an artist’s work, defined
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“Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week”
Joseph Addison
Sunday before X-mas
Peeking behind the closed curtains
Heart beating, in uncertain anticipation
What mysteries, lie behind the window
On a Sunday, filled with falling snow
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“Wintery day,
On my horse
A frozen shadow.”
― Bashō Matsuo
Feathery Flecks
Still pretty never the less
Like a princess’ dress
In an icy press
Quite the nature’s success
continued in part three
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“Wintery day,
On my horse
A frozen shadow.”
― Bashō Matsuo
Feathery Flecks
After the frozen night
When finally came light
Little feathery flecks
Against the window pressed
continued in part two
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography and Poetry
“Wintery day,
On my horse
A frozen shadow.”
― Bashō Matsuo
Feathery Flecks
Forming and reforming
Sitting pretty, performing
My boring window adorning
But way too soon
To water transforming
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“December’s wintery breath is already clouding the pond,
frosting the pane, obscuring summer’s memory…”
― John Geddes
One Day in December
The sun is quickly fading, into the horizon
The sky turning grey, all colours soon to fade
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“December’s wintery breath is already clouding the pond,
frosting the pane, obscuring summer’s memory…”
― John Geddes
One Day in December
The fire brightly burning, one flame slowly churning
The sun almost gone, merging, into the dark horizon
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“December’s wintery breath is already clouding the pond,
frosting the pane, obscuring summer’s memory…”
― John Geddes
One Day in December
The setting sun, painted the sky in colours
Red, yellow, blue, even with a darker hue
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“This must be Thursday.
I never could get the hang of Thursdays.”
Douglas Adams
Thursday
“Do you consider yourself lucky?”
She asked and turned towards Chucky,
Who was standing there mouth agape
Like he’d just seen a really odd ducky
“I guess…”
Chucky managed to stutter,
Pondering what next to utter
As the gorgeous sunset
Had his heart in a state of flutter
But soon, managed to recover
And out loud to only whisper
“Yes, I am very lucky”
Continuing staring
Up high
Into the red sky,
Still flaring
Rantings Of A Third Kind 