A pastel kind of morning Suffused incandescent light Mysterious and enchanting The hazy mist ghostly white Magical and bewitching
A faint scent of jasmine Stirred up an emotion Long, long dormant She wore it often Her magic potion
Surrender not; hope, give up never Look east! Rising, the radiant su… Soonest, it’s rays will warm us al… Light shall banish darkness, and w… Fret not therefore, the Lord shal…
A pale gold light in the far horiz… As morning shadows retreated quick… Vanishing totally with the midday… But then, shadows reappeared slowl… Cloaking all things before day is…
Tied to the bedroom door, a yellow… His heart skipped, throbbing in hy… As the nervous thrill of anticipat… Overcame him completely, yes indee… For there it is, in unblushing fas…
With no time pieces Yet they were able to see Days getting shorter The cavemen fearful Sun will disappear from view
Many friends had he During his time of plenty Now the room’s empty. In his season of trouble Alone in the crucible
Once there lived a man who was inc… Such that his pants have pockets t… One day his wife asked for money He guffawed thought it was funny So his wife lifted his wallet whil…
It is unfortunate, but truly this… His fondest hope she’ll remain a f… He grieves and feels a deep sense… He’s got to be strong to carry thi… But he can always look back at the…
A Limerick Just for Laughs We all went to dinner; me, myself… We sat on one chair, we don’t know… I did most of the talking Myself quietly listening
Scent of cinnamon in the air Pumpkin spice and vanilla too Sensory proof that autumn’s here..… Out the window what lovely view Freshly cut hay in amber field
Summers used to be pleasant In the air the ocean’s salty scent Lows in the low seventies Highs in the low nineties Clear deep blue skies
Plumes of thick grey smoke rising A few miles in the distance Just our hopes and dreams burning Our nation ne’er had a chance! Sadly, thieves still rule the land
Autumn’s here again, lawns are tur… Red and golden yellow leaves piled… Mist in our breath, in our faces a… For cold air is here, winter stand… From the closet comforter pure goo…
Trifling it isn’t Life’s a very precious gift That goes quick and swift Something we should never waste So don’t spend our days in haste
