It’s New Year’s Day,
the first day of 11 more weeks of winter.
The shabby little bushes
along the edge of the yard
hold a dusting of snow
and a pair of brown sparrows,
whistling their whims to each other,
and all the stores are closed
because today is the day
to watch the Rose Parade,
to dismantle the tree
and box up the ornaments,
to get a head start on our taxes,
or we could opt to stay in bed,
unfazed by the significance
of the date on the calendar –
by the pile of post-holiday credit card bills,
content to rest like winter sparrows
chirruping softly beside their mates,
grateful for a little shelter –
be it ever so humble – from the cold.
By Lisa Lindsey
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Reviewed by TUP TUP (Reader)
Reviewed on September 18, 2024
Adieu
I wait for summer's dying breath
a chill upon my skin
as shadows slowly stretch in length
and days grow short again
redolence of a season’s change
is wafting on the breeze
and soon the brush of nature's hand
will paint the leaves of trees
Lisa,
It's TUP you're old,old friend from Starlite.
I've been trying to find your poetry and you.
It's been so long, I hope you remember me.
My best regards,
TUP
I truly loved this poem...You have captured a very realistic atmosphere. I especially liked the last verse....perfect...
I love Sparrows too....:)
Happy new year,
Diana....
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I wait for summer's dying breath
a chill upon my skin
as shadows slowly stretch in length
and days grow short again
redolence of a season’s change
is wafting on the breeze
and soon the brush of nature's hand
will paint the leaves of trees
Lisa,
It's TUP you're old,old friend from Starlite.
I've been trying to find your poetry and you.
It's been so long, I hope you remember me.
My best regards,
TUP
I love Sparrows too....:)
Happy new year,
Diana....
Ron
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May peace, love and blessings follow you throughout the New Year!
John Michael Domino