Poetry

A winter Moon

Upon the crest

Shines a light

The season’s best

Of cold and ice

Is set to be

Expectancy

of winter’s eve .

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I lost a long time friend last night. I woke this morning to the news. So this afternoon I went to a movie as a day out and distraction. The name of the movie was ” Mule” with Clint Eastwood, there were 2 take-away sentences. One was ” how old would you be if you did not know the year you were born?” The other, ” you cannot buy time”

A wakeful glimpse

Into darkness that helps us

See past into the light

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I remember “All Souls’ Day” with a song I wrote.

Written by: Christine McNeill-Matteson

Produced with Kip Haaheim Music and instrumentalist

vocalist;  Jonathan Matteson

Music written by: Daniel Myer

Copyrighted:   CMM 2016

we will both grow old,
our youth wasted in time

rusted planks of life
jutting out

feeling the days gone past
looking for a sign

we will understand how
little time we tout

until now, we look and see
our hands and body weathered

I will smile and feel the
glow of our youth

even though the shifts
are tethered

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“Speak to me olé muse and through me tell the story” —Homer

An autumn morning with

crisp awareness of summer past.

Brings to memory how

the saints soon hover and last.

Orange pumpkins lay to rot

Along the porch and drive.

While chapel bells ring

calling ‘All Souls’, who still survive.

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a morning run

Before the sun

All are quiet

And Just in sight

God’s thumbnail

A gentle might

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