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Okay - post 9,000 from me ...... a couple of these ....
Enough !
we beseech thee, begone! ye cold and dreary days
that blanket our world in winter frocks
with your cruely bleak, unrelentless, ways
impatient man trusts not the returning blaze
of sun, not to wait for nature's turning clock,
we beseech thee, begone! ye cold and dreary days
a-like implacable hunters stalking prey
you forge the bane of winter-shocks
with your cruely bleak, unrelentless, ways
man wastes, swaggers, staggers, and sways
time now, surely, to take full stock
we beseech thee, begone! ye cold and dreary days
ice hard; snow soft; winter you lay
as if to tease and mock
with your cruely bleak, unrelentless, ways
winter never ceases to amaze
but spring soon will come and knock
we beseech thee, begone! ye cold and dreary days
with your cruely bleak, unrelentless, ways
25 February 2010
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and in hope ......
Thaw
and so it doth begin,
in the silence and the still;
a hushened drip ... drip ... drip ...
a long awaited thaw that
when after all the puny 'tempts of men to pay,
comes forth the might of nature's bill.
endless piles at edge of highway thaw
to flood both stream and path
then rush and wash their way.
a time and labour ill-spent,
a seemingly unremitting folly of expense,
that must be paid as nature's due.
at the end, she tidies up her house,
Herself,
at Spring;
by thanking not the mess
that foolish men had done
at her expense.
25 February 2010
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