Words Turn Cold!

At times when the wind of winter, turns the words cold,
And thoughts have too, left the mind,
The sun does little to bring warmth in,
As voices tend to hush their utterance,
Only the season remains the same, cold and dreary!

Then as the wind moves from the north, the sun rises higher,
The warmth of summer enters,
Thoughts again begin to move,
From under the heavy shroud!

The earth exposed from winter’s cover,
The seeds of season there endowed,
But errant plantings from the sky,
Keep work on knees to remove!

The joys continue thru each week,
The harvest soon to reap!
But nothing blesses the ear with sound,
From friends long gone not now to seek!

Once heard the written voice of distant friend,
Not heard for long past days,
But then the silence once returns,
To keep the vision back to go!

The Faces Within the Mirror

Once I looked into a mirror, the mirror before me now,
Seeing there many things , that now are distant sights,
The thoughts that roam the mind, I wonder what!
Has happened to the image there.

The mirror, that was before me,
Brought me places anew, and thoughts,
Of life of those I saw and knew,
But now the places are just a mirage.

The mirror, sent me far to find,
The places and the faces new.
Were privy to my eye,
But never the face but once appeared!

Forty Days and Forty Nights

Forty days and forty nights the ground was white with snow,
The sun did show no heat to melt the cover from the ground,
The streets were white with melted salt the cold did hold it on,
The days were long and cold.

Forty days and forty nights the ground was frozen hard,
The wind was cruel, the sun was hid nothing was unfroze,
The birds of the wild stayed hidden from the wind that blew,
The days were long and cold.

Forty days and forty nights there was no warmth in sight,
The people walking huddled from the wind,
The future near bears no relief from this blight,
The days were long and cold.