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| STORMY BEAUTY SOUL TO SEEK I watched a storm roll in tonight blue skys slipping into grey orange tinting the horizen as sunset melted from the day I saw lightning point accusing fingers guant and gnarled with age at young budding saplings waving and bending in the cool evening breeze I heard thunder rumble gently appoaching from the West grumbling about chores to do wishing only for soft comforts of cloudy beds I felt cool splashes of rain on my cheek and the wind lifted my hair, suddenly chilly the scattered drops of icy water were blown helter skelter willy nilly I smelled the fresh clean smell of storm like mown grass and watermelon rind mixed with Spring scents of barbeque steaks and overturned earth, dark and plummy and fine I watched a storm roll out tonight I heard his song and felt his kiss upon my cheek I inhaled the scent of fresh clean air he left Stormy beauty you my soul will always seek by Sheryl McCurdy |
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| TRAIPSING SIREN OF NIGHT New moon clothed in silken folds whispery scarf of silver stars are held captive by mysterious glimpse of cheeks curved alabaster icy jangle of the quaking aspens serenade the milky way as moonlit beams are cast aside drifting temptingly reflection of the unclad moon perfect radiant beauty captured by dark eyed ponds and held momentarily for all to see then gauzy clouds whisper in and clothe in silken flowing robes the traipsing siren again by Sheryl McCurdy |
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| WHAT A DIFFERENCE A DAY CAN MAKE Yesterday The Wind was blowing streaks of snow across the frozen lake. Swingsets chattered their teeth longing for hot cocoa to warm them. Tree branches squeaked their joints aching in the bone jarring cold. The train rails were so icy cold rigid that you could hear the Amtrak fifty miles before it hit town and fifty miles after... clickity clickity clickity Like it was playing spoons on its metal covered knees. Even the Sun looked frozen rising weakly from the East. Casting its faded lemony Yellow grayish light. The woodstove was gobbling up hardwood fast like a last supper. Today The wind blew in sweet snow began to rot, cave in and melt. Ice floes cracked like gunshot startling the migrating geese. Swingsets quivered in anticipation of children's screams of delight dreamily swaying. Tree branches stretched luxuriously getting out all the kinks, reaching up to shake hands with the Spring heat. No-one heard the Amtrak go by. The Sun rose majestically in brilliant display Yellow, orange and red filling the sky with warm color. ...and the woodstove...may he rest in peace! by Sheryl McCurdy |
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