Mary Naylor Poems

The long day begins to fade, and brilliant
Evening colors illuminate the sky.
I sit here thinking, in our love, did I blunder?
And then, I can’t help but to begin to wonder…
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Shimmering, blasting, burning furnace
Plants clutch scorched dust and ache for rain
A stray cat flicks its hot tongue
Slick, clasping, film of sweat
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It's
Christmas
Time, Our Hearts
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Listen for the fragile bells of hope
As they begin to chime!
Beautiful, silvery, chimes,
May they grow stronger
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Behold the flowers on the hill,
The birds in song, the sudden still
Of air and will, as all pause for spring,
That time when the soul stirs and sings.
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Mary Lee was a mischief.
Mary Lee was a tease.
She liked to play at the sea shore,
Dancing with the waves and breeze.
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August, with its clouds of scented blooms,
August, with its great stacks of giant clouds,
August, with corn plants standing like rows of soldiers,
August, with watermelons, full and heavy, dozing in the sun,
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They were just an old pair of ankle-high shoes,
Standing quietly, side by side.
The stiff laces had come a bit loose
Revealing a pair of tongues, broad and wide.
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When 12 o'clock strikes on Halloween night,
If you look you'll see a ghostly sight.
A grinning skeleton rises out from the ground
Clasping a horn and making musical sounds.
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Gooble, Gooble Day!

Today, Turkey Day
Used to be Thanksgiving Day
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