January's Child Of Mine
in Grief Poems
January's child of mine,
sweet miracle of God's design.
Oh, how I can recall the night.
in Grief Poems
January's child of mine,
sweet miracle of God's design.
Oh, how I can recall the night.
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk and swift as dawn,
Very nice. So very true. When it's said that we are given a certain number of days, what can be said when someone dies, say at age 59.5, but then is resuscitated and is now 64? Oh, no doubt...
in Summer Poems
As she tip-toes cross the sea,
she slips in so subtly.
Sharing her charms upon the earth,
I have read three of this poet's pieces now and they are all wonderful! She personifies the seasons and brings them magically to life and both paints a picture and tells a story at once....
in Spring Poems
With winter's footprints in the past,
and snows begin to melt at last.
With longer days and shorter nights,

Today, December 23rd, another Christmas nears.
I try to keep tradition up while holding back my tears.
I know I have been blessed for all the many years
in Fall Poems
What a difference a day makes,
twenty-four little hours.
Cool chill in the air,
in War Poems
From year to year he drifts alone.
His story only few have known.
About a boy who went to war,
in Grief Poems
By the shore of Sorrow's sea,
waves of tears roll endlessly,
cries that pierce this misty veil,
Treasures come in so many ways:
the sun that lights the cloudy days,
a rainbow from a summer shower,
a rose that blooms within an hour.
in Spring Poems
Reminiscent melodies
serenade the morning breeze.
Feathered creatures nest with care
It's a very beautiful creation about the everlasting beauties of nature. It reminds me of the poem by Robert Frost "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening."