Claire V. Bogdanos

Acceptance,Knowledge,Love,New Chapter,Process,Wisdom,

SOUNDS OF JOY ( 2020 ) 2020/03/31

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Do  you hear  the  children  hard  at play

On  this  idyllic  autumnal  day

Happy  voices raised,  so full of  glee

Charming  the likes of both  you and me !

 

HE’S A WHIZ ( 2017 ) 2017/10/25

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The morn awakes and  yawns aloud

The sky is clear, there’s ne’er a cloud

A breeze o’erhead begins to blow

We’re in the midst of autumn’s show.

Her colors changing every day

Glow brighter still along the way

How wonderful God’s palette is

Creating pigments, He’s a whiz !

 

AUTUMN GOLD ? ( 2015 ) 2015/10/16

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Have you noticed that the leaves are flown

They’ve been whisked away to parts unknown

I wonder where they now congregate

It once was beside each garden gate.

There was a game the small children played,

Heap up the biggest pile of leaves made

And then just jump and roll around

In that leafy mess upon the ground.

I never thought that game was much fun

With all that cleanup you would have done

But now I’m confused, where are the leaves

Are we victims of bucolic thieves ?

 

TOO SOON ( 2013 ) 2013/10/14

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Too soon autumn’s  child will appear

There in the fog he’ll disappear

Clad only in the fruits of fall

In orange, red, tan, rust and all

Colors lively shouting my name

Inviting me to join their game.

The air so clean it halts my breath

Speak not of season’s coming death

As flying leaves come tumbling down

To rest at last upon the ground.

There’s time still left to spar and play

We’ll make the best of each today

Before the chill of winter’s drive,

Too soon the snow and sleet arrive.

 

 
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