Nights are turning cold
Its time to turn the heat on
Take the chill of the room
Its time to turn the heat on
Take the chill of the room
Showing posts with label night. Show all posts
Showing posts with label night. Show all posts
Sunday, October 13, 2019
Sunday, August 11, 2019
A Sleepless Night
It takes a sleepless night
to make you appreciate sleep.
A night
of tossing and turning,
of getting up and down,
and attempting
to make yourself comfortable.
I also posted this in the journal, Writing in Snow, under the folder Awardicon Items, in my writing.com portfolio. Visit My Portfolio @ Writing.Com
to make you appreciate sleep.
A night
of tossing and turning,
of getting up and down,
and attempting
to make yourself comfortable.
I also posted this in the journal, Writing in Snow, under the folder Awardicon Items, in my writing.com portfolio. Visit My Portfolio @ Writing.Com
Tuesday, February 19, 2019
Night Dreams
Some dreams
remain with you all your life.
Staying with you through difficulties and strife.
Other dreams disappear
as mist in the morning sun
unremembered and unsung.
remain with you all your life.
Staying with you through difficulties and strife.
Other dreams disappear
as mist in the morning sun
unremembered and unsung.
I, also, posted this in the journal Writing in Snow, under the folder Awardicoan Items, in my writing.com portfolio. Visit My Portfolio @
Writing.Com
Saturday, October 06, 2018
Summer Night Meditation
On summer nights
crickets sing ballads
to the man in the moon.
On summer nights
the man in the moon
is slowly transported
across the ebony firmament.
Olives ripen
on summer nights
their verdant green skins
are transformed into rich ebony.
crickets sing ballads
to the man in the moon.
On summer nights
the man in the moon
is slowly transported
across the ebony firmament.
Olives ripen
on summer nights
their verdant green skins
are transformed into rich ebony.
This poem is, also, posted in the journal Writing in Snow, under the folder Awardicon Items, in my writing.com port.
Monday, May 28, 2018
Night
Black
like humanity's matriarch,
her raven hair braided with precious gems,
her strong arms embrace her frightened children,
as she lulls them to sleep with an ancient lullaby.
This poem is also posted in Writing in Snow in my writing.com port, under the folder Awardicon Items. I am Prosperous Snow.
like humanity's matriarch,
her raven hair braided with precious gems,
her strong arms embrace her frightened children,
as she lulls them to sleep with an ancient lullaby.
This poem is also posted in Writing in Snow in my writing.com port, under the folder Awardicon Items. I am Prosperous Snow.
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