Poetry

I ran this morning

On ice and snow

The trees glisten

The ice fairies glow

I hear the geese

Sound celebration

The storm is gone

Now jubilation

As I crunched

My shoes as I run

I looked up to see

A heart shaped sun

© CMM 2021

A Day to remember

In winter’s dark embers

With the cold at your feet.

A saint in the past

Made sure love would last

So now we give roses and sweets.

CMM ©2021

Barrenness season

Frigid reminder of loss

Temporarily …

CMM © 2021

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She came to be

She sits to know

Her purpose true

As she shall grow

Into a mistress

Of many hearts

She is her own…

© CMM 2021

Breaking trail

the first day.

The year is now

a different number.

A cold night

a restless slumber.

2021 even sounds

better than before .

So slowly we open,

now close the door.

CMM. ©. 2021

I was the one who they called the knee baby.

Not sure why , I am the one in the cap,

I stood as tall as the rest of my siblings.

I always had an impish smile; they said.

Worn out pants handed down by someone.

I never knew we were not rich.

My Grandparents never ‘let on.’

©. CMM. 2020

Looking through pages

the freedom of the past.

Before the virus

came so fast.

It will be gone;

just hope and pray.

It won’t be long

we will see a new day.

© CMM. 2020

Eve of Christmas

Time to pray

Time to say

A Yuletide