It’s not necessarily always the hardest of folk that survive difficult times, the gentle ones have a way of bending and going with the flow of things that protects them through the harshest of days.
~ Liza
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Tag: winter
Nature Lessons 91
Even on the bleakest winters day the sun still rises each day, birds continue to call in the dawn and nature unfolds as it should. There is a beauty in the stillness of winter just as there is during difficult episodes in our own lives if we look for them. Find the beauty around you, find it in silence, find it in hope and find it natures messages.
~ Liza
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The Irksome Gale
The wind is blowing through the trees,
leaving branches bare.
The winters back in force today,
it doesn’t seem to care.
The wind strips beauty from the land,
throwing it up high.
Blustery gales are hitting home,
speeding through the sky.
The birds take shelter in the eaves,
nesting there for now.
Squirrels collect their bounty,
they must store somehow.
The rain comes in and washes off
the foliage on the land.
The irksome partner of the wind,
it lends the gale a hand.
The clouds look down upon the earth,
thunder rumbles through.
The sun is meek this time of year,
not sure of what to do.
But when the storm is over,
be sure spring will come again.
Give the winter space for now,
be sure it won’t remain.
Include the Daily Prompt word – Irksome
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November
November your far too early,
I’m not ready for you to call.
I’ve not sorted out my sweaters yet,
I didn’t need them in the fall.
November your not welcome,
you bring December nearer,
And all the expense of Christmas,
which is always a little dearer.
So November please just go away,
send back your friend October.
I think he’s rather special,
I wish he would stay over.
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Dying Sun
And so the light is fading, the winters drawing near.
The summer sun is dimming, the days are not as clear.
I’m thankful for my summer, the joy along the way.
And now the winters drawing in, shorter are my days.
With winter comes warm fires, dying embers in the grate.
Like memories that fade away, even now when I’m awake.
But I’m thankful for the days we had, the joy along the way.
If only the summer sun would wait, for just a few more days.
