Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
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In the deep woods
Whispered voices speak
Of past summers
And joyous days
In sun dappled warmth
Chilled days stealing leaves
As Winter calls to fall
Grip the earth, still warm
With roots of ages past
Few will visit these barrens
So we will sleep in silence
Wrapped in snowy days
The quiet of winter comes
Now rest on hidden trails
Awaiting spring and the coming sun
Stoic Poetry
Clouds of lace full of grace
Drift in the Autumns sky
Chilling air drifting there
Watching as they pass by
Seasons pass as nothing lasts
As is the way of things
No questions here left to ask
Observing the birds that sing
Sitting here in the early chill
Peaceful quiet and thought
Creeping smiles upon this face
In joy this morning has brought
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Summer days are passing by
Autumns creep; the blink of an eye
Cooler days bring the rains
Never the one to complain
Crisp walks among the leaves
Forest paths as the earth heaves
Sitting writing on the forest floor
No one could ever ask for more
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Dawn creeps slowly
The fading night recedes
Daylight from slumber
Through trees it bleeds
Shadows form unnoticed
Taking their place
Measuring the day
Counting the pace
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Sighs of the fading summer
Give way to fresh mornings
Shorter days have arrived
Stars still clear in later dawn’s
Days of flaming painted leaves
Along babbling brook banks
Fall harvests reaped, gathered
As the light hearted give thanks
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Sweet blooms and colour, hot sun overhead
Face turned skyward, embrace nature’s gift
Long days of bounty, since winter has fled
Heedless, careless, forgetful of winters rift
No thought of seasons beyond a perfect day
No one telling us of things that must be done
Time without bearing, holds cold days at bay
Too late now we realise, summer is undone
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Winters tears fall fallow on the sleeping
Soft emotion into dormant hearts creeping
Thoughts to awaken, needs forgotten too long
Reach for the unknown want, new and strong
Push forth from cold dark slumbered sleep
The dawn of wonder, a promise made to keep
Our lives forsaken in winters gathering sweep
In joy emerge, to the sun we kneel and weep
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See the shadow
Peripheral ripples
Against a backdrop
Turn and gone
Never seen
Yet never stops
Always the feeling
Of much more
Without reason
In the quiet
The whisper
Of life’s seasons
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Solemn wind blows cold
Bending tired branches ground-ward
Leaves long fallen, sleep now
Cold enveloping, somehow warm
Slumber now, in snowy blankets
Soon enough life will spring again
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 