Fall is Here

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  Fall is Here
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Fall is here once again
Only I can remember when
You and I walked many hours
Through the leaves feeling loves
powers
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Far beyond this quiet man
The colder feelings now began
Not just leaves turning red and gold
Your love is turning crisp and cold
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Fall is here once again
Was my favorite season, but then
Quickly it passes now into frost
I never see it, my love is lost
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Far beyond this quiet man
I was expecting a ring on my hand
The leaves fall, no sound, no delight
Gone forever into the cold winter night
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Eileen 2011
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Winter & Reading

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Glenda Gleave  — Tell Me the Stories of Jesus (800x723):

                                                         A Book

A book, I think, is very like
A little golden door
That takes me into places
Where I’ve never been before.

It leads me into fairyland
Or countries strange and far
And, best of all, the golden door
Always stands ajar.

                                                      by Adelaide Love

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Poets in Winter

“A Severe Lack of Holiday Spirit” 
 
People hit 

the sauce in a big way all winter.
Amidst blizzards they wrestle
unsuccessfully with the dark comedy
of their lives, laughter trapped
in their frigid gizzards.  Meanwhile,
the mercury just plummets,
like a migrating duck blasted
out of the sky by some hunter

in a cap with fur earflaps.
 
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 “January”
 
The days are short,
The sun a spark
Hung thin between
The dark and dark.
 
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“Now winter nights enlarge”
 
Now winter nights enlarge
This number of their hours;
And clouds their storms discharge
Upon the airy towers.
 
Let now the chimneys blaze
And cups o’erflow with wine
Let well-tuned words amaze
With harmony divine..
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This time doth well dispense
With lovers’ long discourse;
Much speech hath some defense,
Though beauty no remorse.
 
All do not all things well:
Some measures comely tread,
Some knotted riddles tell,
 
Some poems smoothly read.
The summer hath his joys,
And winter his delights;
Though love and all his pleasures are but toys
They shorten tedious nights.
 
 
 
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My Girls Stay In!

Elmira Mustafina
Cat on a Night of Snow 
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Cat, if you go outdoors you must walk in the snow.
You will come back with little white shoes on your feet,
little white shoes of snow that have heels of sleet.
Stay by the fire, my Cat.  Lie still, do not go.
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See how the flames are leaping and hissing low.
I will bring you a saucer of milk like a marguerite,
so white and so smooth, so spherical and so sweet —
stay with me, Cat.  Outdoors the wild winds blow.
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Outdoors, the wild winds blow, Mistress, and dark is the night,
strange voices cry in the trees, intoning strange lore,
and more than cats move, lit by our eyes’ green light,
on silent feet where the meadow grasses hang hoar —
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Mistress, there are portents abroad of magic and might,
and things that are yet to be done.  Open the door!
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Poem by Elizabeth Coatsworth                                         

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My Girls ~ Little Girl & Dixie
Painting by Elmira Mustafina                                             

” DA LEETLA BOY “

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” DA LEETLA BOY “

Da spreeng ees com’ but oh, da joy
Eet ees too late !
He was so cold, my leetla boy,
He no could wait.

I no can count how manny week,
How manny day, dat he ees seeck,
how manny night I seet an’ hold
da leetla hand dat was so cold.

He was so patience,oh, so sweet.
Eet hurts my throat to theenk of eet:
An all he evra ask ees w’en
Is gona com’ da spreeng agen.

Wan day, wan brighta sunny day,
He see across da alleyway,
Da leetla girl dat’s liven’ dere
Ees raise her window for da air,
And put outside a leetla pot
of w’at you call?-forget-me-not.

So smalla flower, so leetla theeng!
But steel eet mak’ hees hearta seeng.
“Oh, now, at las’,ees com’ da spreeng!
Da leetla plant ees glad for know,

Da sun ees com’ for mak’ eet grow.
So too, I am grow warm and strong.
So lika dat he seeng hees song.

But, ah, da night com’ down an den,
Da winter ees sneak back agen,
An in da alley, all da night
Eees fall da snow, so cold, so white.

An’ cover up da leetla pot
Of w’at you call ? for-get-me-not.
All night da leetla hand I hold.

Eees grow so cold, so cold, so cold !
Da spreeng ees come, but oh, da joy,
Eet ees too late!
He was so cold, my leetla boy,
He no could wait.

by THOMAS AUGUSTINE DALY