Poetry

It’s time that made us what we are
And shaped our dreams wished on a star
May we strive for peace, not war
Let’s not run out of time.
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Winter bird, I saw you fly
Traced upon dawn’s rosy sky
And I stopped and wondered why
Does man yet fear that night.
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A bridge,
oaken, rimed with frost.
A sleigh carries us across to Nana and Grandpa’s house.
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The days have shortened by degrees,
and bright stars gleam above.
At hearthside against winter’s freeze,
we speak of peace and love.
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I do not know the summer sky,
it makes me yearn for winter’s sigh.
When seven sisters greet my sight
and twirl across a crystal night.
As stardust reels above my head,
down Nature’s path my steps be led.
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Cozy cat before a fire
Winter sunbeams dapple trees
Sparrow twitters on a wire
May your days be such as these.
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Ebony branches lace the sky.
The pale sun sinks away.
A crystal sunset holds my eye.
Now winter comes to play.
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I wish upon a starry night
that truth to man may come to light.
And reason’s voice will rise above,
when strife and fear fall ‘way to love.
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Midwinter stars that dance
the sky
While snowflakes dust the land.
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