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A Christmas Reflection

Against cutting cold through my parkas fold,
I moved toward the mountain’s peak,
Walking the trail through snow and hail,
Finally, I was closing in.

I reached the top,
And came to a stop,
Above the world, it seemed,
Waves of clouds flowed over the snow-covered trees.

The fading light was magic to the soul,
Pinks and blues, and all manner of warm hues,
As the snow gently fell.

The last sliver of light,
Gave way to night,
And that mountain held me like a spell.

Then a star shining near and far,
Burned through the snow and fog,
It settled there, and I couldn’t help but stare,
As the night rolled on.

Finally, I began my descent from this place of yore,
Thinking of wonders and praise,
And I watched light burn through the dark of night,
As it has for many days.

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A Winters Tale

It was a cold winters day,
The mist rolled in, and fog ran away,
And I saw Oak branches sway,
And longed for the beauty of May.

I sat reclined on a log,
Thinking nothing of life’s tenuous slog,
Believing nothing would change as I looked across the bog.

Then a bolt of lightning struck,
I hid, hoping I had not run out of luck,
Then I fell headfirst into the muck.

Despite the cool mud easing the sting of the fall,
And having no injury other than my pride (and maybe my hide) I could recall,
I rose from the muck through it all.

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Autumn Sunsets

Warm lavender blue light streams down from the setting sun,
Layering the wet road below in a glistening display of soft color,
A sharp autumn wind rips through the valley.

A little piece of paradise,
An hour from anywhere,
Where the sunsets are sweeter,
Farms sprawl in the distance,
And the ghosts of a rich history echo from the amber mountains above.

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An Autumn Storm

Sheets of rain pour from an angry sky,
A golden leaf breaks from its branch,
Taking flight into the violent wind,
It flutters through the torrent,
Landing softly on the green grass below,

As a Bluejay bellows out a sharp call in the distance,
The storm’s power overwhelms the trees, rivers, and birds,
But finally, like the leaf softly landing,
The storm ends,
And the autumn sky clears.