The wind is in the willow,
………..A chill is in the breeze
The babes are in the nest and
…………Rest safely as you please !
SEASON’S CHANGE ( 2019 ) 2019/01/19
The winter chill returns once more
As reckless waves crash on the shore
The eagle nests in heaven’s skies
As snowflakes fall before one’s eyes.
The winter has too soon begun
Make way anon for frozen fun
Unpack your muffler, hood and ski
Tis now the hour for snowtime glee.
Enjoy as days all fade so fast
Note, even winter scurries passed
As we prepare for spring’s encore
To be life’s cycle evermore !
UNDONE ( 2016 ) 2016/11/01
The frost is on the pumpkin and the birds are on the wing
Let us cuddle in our nests until we return to spring
Take out all the extra blankets and turn the heat up high
It’s gonna be a winter that is loathe to say goodbye
And remember, when nears next season and birds homeward come
The process is do-over and what’s old has been undone !
GOOD NEWS ( 2014 ) 2014/05/29
Listen closely and you will hear
Wind whispering into your ear
Its breathy voice echoing clear
Wake up, wake up the summer’s near !
SEASONS ( 2013 ) 2013/12/22
My heart sings out, it is full of cheer
I can’t believe old winter is here
How the chilly night invades the room
As the darkened sky reflects the gloom.
I remember all those days of gold
That prefaced our lives before the cold,
While the winds that steal our breath away
Seem so intent to shorten our day.
How much longer will we need to wait
Till the sun enters the garden gate ?
I’m fond of fall, the summer is fine
Spring is the reason our world will shine !
WINTER THOUGHTS ( 1965 ) 2013/02/20
Winter winds of unkind passion,
Rushing on rude in your fashion
Hurry, scurry, leaving your chill
Breath catching, harshly cold and still.
Like the winter winds of my life
Hurrying on riddled with strife
Leaving me, season gone, love cold,
Breathing thoughts rife with desire old.
Wailing wind make way new pursuit,
Failing time deceive mind astute
Press on, undo encroaching frost
Courage and warmth now seeming lost.
Another time to thaw the bind
That chains the heart to wit unkind
For to the year there are seasons
And to my life, left but reason.
Cringe not in fear of hidden things
Daring sport this harsh season brings,
Watch raging wind blow brash and bold,
My youth unflung, my dream untold.
Like those winter winds of my mind
Huddling close lest bleak time should find
Could we but loneliness endure,
Had seen a sheltered cove secure.
While winter winds, though hard they blow
Make empty sounds, with loving flow
Into the sea with hope unbent
To speak of yearning’s discontent.
Let season brake on wisdom known,
And whittle reeds on challenge grown,
Thus live ones time with purpose strong
And to the race of strength belong.
THE CROCUS ( 1975 ) 2013/02/13
See here this insipid sprout prodding through the ground,
A waspish lout daring venture an exit found
From whence it slept secure and safe this winter long
Impatient now to seek the sky and join spring’s song.
This tender waif, intruding bold midst trees still shorn,
Rushing manner that its blossom earth’s green adorn
Oh plowman as you toil, do take especial care
Harm not that fragile wisp that births a flower fair,
Bustling winds their pruning labor still to finish
Hurried rains preparing sod, its growth diminish.
This poor forgotten badge of spring precedes the rest
Bids the heart sing, believe again the earth is blessed,
Slighted and unscented wretch gaining little fame,
Brave crocus how you dare and put the world to shame.
FROST ( 1970 ) 2013/02/11
Oh, fickle season, you have promised winter’s been repelled,
But curling leaves and frigid air mark you blunt deceiver,
There’s a chill pervading tonight, that cannot be dispelled,
Untimely demise, infant growth, implicit believer,
Just this morn, I spied a robin red flirting on the sill,
Timid peeking from behind the spiny pussywillow,
One frail yellow-budded shrub impatient holding back until
The lonely mourning dove comes seeking her mossy pillow,
The scared and peeling, hulking elm nodding its approval
With pecking intruder tapping out frantic rhythmic beat,
A carpet of wasting leaves now heaped, await removal,
Depart soon, wicked fomenter of discontent complete.
Claire V. Bogdanos 