“ Winters ” ~ white toll ~


Spilling from the sky,

Snowflakes falling

On a dying autumn,

Means hide traces

To render fall faceless

In a snow blanket pall,

Hiding dead places

Of fall’s grey sprawl,

This season suffers

With architect of cold,

Be Jack Frost’s hold

Of long enduring nights,

Held winter’s white toll!

 

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“ A State ” ~ of coulda, woulda, shoulda ~

 

One ought want find

Avoid the pall,

Of a state inclined

To suffer stall,

Abiding coulda

To survive,

A mental bent

Of less than wild,

Thru vacillating

In woulda tried,

Instead of plunging  

Both feet in the tide,

Though ne’er but clear

One shoulda chose the ride,

Save to discover the other side

Of procrastinator’s thin abide,

To suffer coulda, woulda, shoulda,

And thus forgoing the worth while!