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Winter’s Edge

The spirit soars when skies are blue and a cool breeze blows in from the east
    

Soon their breath will be seen on crisp cold air and about heat they will worry the least

Transition from summer to fall is a wonderful time filled with holidays and celebrations

Those of us who live further north know all of the winter weather indications

Rain will abound and days become shorter as winter edges nearer each day

Schoolchildren wait in the cold morning darkness hoping their yellow carriage is on the way

Many wonder why fall brings a feeling of happiness, hope and good cheer

After all, it tolls the end of life to some of nature, bringing to close a very long year

Maybe it is the long awaited break from summer’s humidity and heat

That makes people so very eager the cool mornings of fall to greet

Soon it will be the end of one year and another will triumphantly appear

The skies will transform from cloudy and dark to cloudless, sunny and clear

So I must say one of the best places to be is there, on winter’s edge

Coming in from the heat, then warming to spring, a new start to pledge

(by Regina)

 

THE STORM

The storm hit quickly, with a violent force
Ernesto was set on his deadly course

Katrina had left behind so much despair
To stay in their homes they did not dare

Flood waters rose quickly and many fled
Fearing if they stayed, they would be dead

But soon the winds ceased to blow
The rain stopped and the sun began to glow

Those who had survived Katrina’s wrath
Knelt down  to thank God for sparing their path

(by Regina)

 

MAN OF THE SEA

From where she sat, she could see his silhouette against the sky
As she gazed out at the man, she heard the seagulls cry

The ocean waves beat upon the rocky cliffs below
As a distant ship crossed her view with its daily catch in tow

The salty air revived her soul though deep inside she knew
Only one thing could make her smile, the man within her view

The one time their paths had crossed they briefly spoke a word
But she was so enamored, his speech she had not heard

She blushed and rushed onward, afraid that he might see
How much she adored him, this man of anonymity

No one in the village had ever heard his name
And no one even knew from whence this man came

He lived his life in secrecy somewhere along the shore
But all she knew was meeting him had left her wanting more

As the sun began its evening dance with earth each and every night
This man could be seen standing tall in the day’s waning light

Had they not spoken once, she would have thought him a ghost
For the only time he was ever seen was along the sandy coast

Oft her dreams would take her to a time of pirates and gold
She wondered if he were the ghost of some pillager of old

He always stood tall and sure, and she knew he must be strong
His hair was dark as ebony and was straight and very long

Someday she hoped that she would solve the haunting mystery
Of who he was and from whence he came, this man of the sea

(by Regina)