| TRICKLES OF SPRING Soft the chimes of waning winter ring Playing tunes of silver Cool yet with hints of warmth are seen Through the curtains of mist in the break of dawn Birds shiver yet as they feed Though everyday there are more Gathering around the pond to visit Bathing in the sunlight mid morning rays The children shed their coats quickly now Hot from the brisk walk home from school Their cheeks no longer burning from the cold Bites of northern winds have mellowed with age Soon the days will lengthen into balmy yellow Shadows will be cool and comforting When we seek out full leafed trees Happy for a bit of shade by Sheryl McCurdy |
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| RICHES HIDDEN WITHIN SO PURE Silky waves of heat Fan fold striking Softly gold On to an upturned cheek Alabaster hands posing stiffly palm side up Capture briefly Fleeting stripes of satin Warm and barely kissed Good morning by the sun Flowers circle sweetly Fire reds and yellow orange hues Bowing silent tossing petals strewing paths so soft beneath that still life form Turtle doves patrol gentle roll of mossy carpets darkly green and velvet robes edged with jewels of blue primrose Garden nymph sublime at rest today and ever blessed to reign supreme o'er this land divine laying claim to riches far exceeding wealthy Lords wildest dream by Sheryl McCurdy |
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| Slave To Fall I am afraid of what may happen Should I allow you in my life Though I long and dream of you To collect me in your hands so warm and soft The leaves of my heart They have lost the will to live and crumble At the hint of tenderness September and October I live everyday For my heart belongs to fall The blood of my body Thrills to the timbre of your voice Yet curdles just as quickly Should I chance to linger too long I cannot give chance to desire For this a spark to a flame to a blaze May consume the dry kindling My heart is made up of For I am a slave to the Autumn My heart is suited for only this And though the leaves of my heart Ache and pine for the sweet breath of Spring And the hot caress of the Summer sun I fear the consequences should I allow myself the taste of just one kiss by Sheryl McCurdy |
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