Hey Kids -
Remember that part where I said that if I missed a day, I had to do two the following day? Well, this is me making sure you know that I was serious about that. Yeah...yeah, that's what happened! Well, it's a fantastic story, and so I'm sticking with it. If you don't like it....well, too bad. But enough of this wasting time blathering on and on like idiots, talking about nothing whilst pretending to actually make a point that has something do with you wanting to read onward....dammit. Here's some poems!
Buckeye Tree
A white coating of snow falls
covering the branches of
the buckeye tree
with just a hint of frost, the last vestiges of the fall
hanging
nature's
own decorations
ba
ubles
all
coated in snow
blowing
in the wind.
Hawthorn Church
I walked through a meadow,
the cold winter sun shining down its
wan light through the trees above me,
filtering through the red-berried
glass of the hawthorns around me, coloring my world.
In this, Nature's parish,
all must come to worship,
and all are colored,
red tinctured, under the gaze of the reddened afternoon sun.
I was there, too, for a time,
and reveled in the Glory
surrounding me,
that in that season of death,
I should see the life and know beyond all things,
that Hope does not fade.
These are two images that I have seen in the not too distant past, and they struck me. I'm not sure I did justice to them, but then, the point of this journey is that these poems tend to be rather off-the-cuff, so it's always interesting what might happen.
Thanks for reading,
The Fat Kid
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