WREN’S SONG
Snow flurries flutter
As winter wrens mutter
In a wood that’s bare
Of little seed to spare
Old man winter’s come
Cold, cold weather’s home
Spring’s horizon dare
Not for all, for some
ODE TO KEATS
A feverish heart
Of roiling blood
Stains poet’s start
When beauty stood
Where loves abound
What truth be found
BLUE JAY
If on a winter day
With little to say
You could just defend
And feed a friend
A Blue, Blue Jay
NOT LONG SINCE
As we say goodbye to twenty-fourteen
And to those that will go unseen
For those of us that have yet to go
May the new year come and be it so
That we find all we need we need to be
And are able to embrace this gift to see
The beauty and the love of friends
The temper and the song Earth vends
With remaining mortal hours spent
Kindly with the fleeting minutes lent
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WINTER LIGHTS
Winter lights illuminate
A lonely female cardinal
The dawn is gray and late
The sky a blue charcoal
Cloak of Creeping fog ornate
Arrives a male cardinal
The birds are early to the plate
As winter lights illuminate
Robert Pennington Price
hairbyrobert@mac.com
GRATUITOUS GRAVES
Sacrifice untold
Imposition behold
Humanity blind
Conservatively unkind
Malicious plan unfold
Mowed down
Plowed under
Greedy frown
Intent to plunder
Malicious plan unfold
Imposition behold
Conservatively unkind
Humanity blind
Sacrifice untold
