Apples, red and green, spilling from the trees. Pulling pumpkins from the garden, everything’s deceased. Spices wafting up from pie, cobblers dripping oats, fruity cider with cinnamon, hot drinks begin to flow. Football games outdoors require hoods and fleece. Watch the breath mist out, squeezing hands up long sleeves. Smoke billows from houses as fireplaces… Continue reading Autumn (a Poem)
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A Honey-crisp Apple Sonnet
Your shiny tight skin bursts in hues of red to green, my watering mouth hurts as I’m washing you clean. You loose memories free from a distant childhood, I think of Grandma’s tree, climbing up the hard wood. Crunching bites tangy sweet just a little too tart Green apples couldn’t be beat except… Continue reading A Honey-crisp Apple Sonnet
A Friend
A friend knows what to say when you're down. A friend supports you in times of trouble. A friend goes with you to shop or to eat. A friend tells you something special. A friend holds your secrets close. A friend laughs with you. A friend cries with you. A friend hugs you. Are you… Continue reading A Friend
Christian Tompta’s Conical
His round pointy hat colorful, magical to enter spirit realm.
Books
The sweet leather smell, brings dreams to my mind of treasures and islands, and love so divine. Remembering Austen, Bronte, Dickens, Carroll and Suess Their words were so focused, their stories, bits of truth. Society lies. Current styles are just snippets in time. Ugly, silly, dark stormy nights, humanity grieves and repeats the lies. Over… Continue reading Books
Elm Tree
Your leaves shade the house Your branches hold strong for birds Squirrels run over you.
Gnome Poem: Winny and the Squirrel
Winny sat upon the leaf watching for the squirrel thief. It had taken her favorite barrett and chasing him, she'd gotten wet. She fell into the rain bucket; then pulled a tissue from her pocket, not useful-all wrinkled and soggy, her mind took turns, angry and foggy, as water streamed down her face, she climbed… Continue reading Gnome Poem: Winny and the Squirrel
“This Land is Your Land” etc.
I recently did a writing exercise in my writers' group that called for us to add verses to the song by Woodie Guthrie. Here's my additions to the age old song - remember to sing as it's just a bit of fun: Riding down river, tubing Mississippi The golden sunlight peeked through the leaves It… Continue reading “This Land is Your Land” etc.
Dawn Marie Paul 