“ 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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“ Life ” ~ not at any price ~

Life by any means

Tho not at any price,

Thus seizing hope

To live a slower life,

Time hasn’t yet stole,

Believing we can cope

Years of certain toll,

Life will find extort

As barter for a soul,

If to extend one’s life

And render it near whole!

“ Days We’d Tasted ” ~ be without end ~

I nigh recall

When but a tot,

Days mostly all

Be without end,

Thus no part plot

Then to be fed,

But chosen dishes

Hence composed

Held daily doze

Of youthful wishes…

           

Yet growing up

Had not foretold,

Days made face

Life want remould,

As child burns

To aging bold,

That soon exacts

Its weighty toll,

For growing old

Bids less recall,

Of days we’d tasted all!