autumn dies in many colours
as from trees leaves fall.
The chilled nights are helped
by Jack Frost’s willing hands.
Darkness seeps in early
to shorten our wistful days.
The world is full of dying embers
waiting for the new seasons call
as autumn dies in many colours
across our lawn fall
the last remnants of its leaving
before winter bids its call.
12 October 2009
We want to spare them worrying,as we feel that might be better.The problem is it hurts them more,when they eventually find out,what was done with good intentions.
That holds all the friendship of lifeIn words only my mind can contriveThis little poem I hope not offendsFor it is written as a tribute to my friends(date written unknown)
and it’s possible we mightbe hit by snowflakes falling everywhere,however knowing our luckit will probably just rain.A nice dream it may have been,at least it would have slowed downall know it alls who sayI have passed my testand I know how to drive.Sadly, as I look out my windowwaiting for the snowflakes to seethe weatherman…
and there is a keyto every heart.That will unlockthe love that dwells inside.The say that opposites attractand that is only becauseof the keysthat each one holdswill only fit the others heart.13 April 2012
merely out of curiosity,and as we move down itsomething there takes us by surprise.Something insignificantsomehow catches our eye.We stop and stareat the beauty consummated there.A beauty that fills our heartwith the passion we identify as love.We are confused not knowing what to do.Before us lies, our futureif we make the right approachor our downfall if…
There is no one else like you.Always rememberwalk tall where ever you go,and remember you are one of a kind,no one else is like you.So be proud of who you are.If people try to belittle you,they will only be belittling themselves.If people try to put you down,look them straight in the eye,smile and walk tall…
