Horizon Sunrise

Another day on the horizon
Good mornin’ one and all
I push away yesterday’s cares
As a memory, without recall.

I gaze thru my eastern window
The Sun is rising there
To cheer and brighten up my day
It’s all I need and I wish to share.

The mornin’ Sun offers promise
Of twenty four, filled with hope
I want to grasp it, hold it tight
As I might, on a slippery slope.

I am not greedy, the Sun is for all
I’m back at my window pane
Looking East, I’m enthralled as
The Sun peeks thru the trees once again.

A light breeze shakes up the trees
As the Sun shines thru the leaves
A pattern’s drawn on the floor
Much like water thru a sieve.

My Eastern window serves me well
And pleasures me no end
I return to it, time after time
Think ~~ write a bit, click on send.

You see, my computer knows my mind.

Copyright © 2011 Charles E. Frost
July 25, 2011

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Spring Sweet Spring

 

The word’s been spread, Spring. You’re comin’ early this year.
Please don’t disappoint us, the winter nights are dark and dreary,
The snow’s piled up. The air is cold as ice, there is no relief in
Sight. Gather up your sunshine, and from the winter, set us
free.

O’ I love New England’s seasons and the changes that they
bring.
It’s just that sometimes one might linger a bit too long.
Lord, I’m not complaining, this is sort of an observation,
Just from me. I’ll slip off me boots, and join the throng.

Wait now, the so called throng has disappeared, they are long gone,
To climates with no cold. They are not of New England stock
And abhor our winters with it’s snow and cold and ice;
O’ no, It’s martinis or such, and sun-bathe on the dock.

What is that you are absorbed in reading dear, travel, sunny shores?
My companion’s deep in thought, now she’s checking maps.
My heart takes a lurch, o’ no, the writings on the wall.
We are going on a trip, where is my driving cap?

I fear we are going from New England to a sunnier, warmer
clime.
Of course, I cast my doubts to her and talk New England up
Shouldn’t you show some consideration for me? I said.
Oh, I am, you’ve been tired lately. Think of me!

Copyright © 2011 Charles E. Frost
March 12, 2011

 

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