Gayle Sweeney Poems

Not far up the path green trees with bright apples
Sparkled under the lovely autumn sun.
The bent, magnificent apple trees marched in rows
With a parade of red shiny drums
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Kisses under the mistletoe, holly, Santa's list,
Rudolph's red nose aglow,
Sleigh bells ringing,
A donated toy, presents galore beneath the glistening tree,
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Fraises des bois
Called 'Mignonette' -in my garden are sweet
Minature rubies I adore - and
Taste like a sip of strawberry wine does perhaps.
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Fill your shoes?
That's something to do!
I haven't a clue how to
But I keep you down in my heart.
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God given talent
Is a heavenly present.
Talent holds the key to locked doors,
And can make our hearts soar.
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My grandfather recalled
Some days of old when he
Collected pieces of coal -
Black gold -
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On a cold window pane stunningly
Appeared a garden of frosty blossoms.
Snowflake white petals painted on the frozen glass
Are all framed in the bright sun.
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With ruby red on his throat the emerald hummingbird descended
In air before pure, sunny purple-kissed, blooms
Above their earthern bed.
Standing outside then in clear view I needed to suddenly decide
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Like burning embers in ashes the fall blossoms glow.
Red, yellow and orange colors from sunny trees blow.
The flowers while awaking saw a blanket of frost.
Flaring leaves in the sparkling air float down and crisscross.
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In shady trees a yellow warbler masqueraded
And by cool, dancing emerald boughs in the breeze hid.
The small, disguised warbler was black masked to my surprise
And so thereby the bright, glorious sunlight belied.
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