In complete defiance of the Midwest winter that cannot be stopped, here is a moment taken at Jones Beach. Here is a little bit of what I remember about my favorite place…
Tag: poem
rivers and stones
cold rose
Fall and Winter are my favorite seasons, and October is quickly making room for the coming cold of November and beyond. This was taken just outside my front door. Happy Fall and Winter everyone!
let go the summer days
the buzzing evening songs
and the corn so high
and proud
just embrace crispy leaves
the cedar scented sweater
it’s raining yellow
orange and red
dear cold rose
rest beneath
a wintry blanket
the dark cold days
just a bridge
to that wondrous
moment
then Spring
grandson
let’s stay
winter’s way is passing
winter’s way is passing
empty barns stand sure
quiet stories ‘neath the trees
whispered tales
forgotten days
beneath the cold
faith will grow
faith must grow
winter’s way is passing
come and grow with me
time is sliding past our door
tears are melting
restored are dreams
beneath the cold
hope will grow
hope must grow
winter’s way is passing
come and sing with me
fill the days with melody
i’m yours alone
our hearts are one
beneath the cold
love will grow
love must grow











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