Janet Mary Zylstra Poems

There's a nightingale singing from a tree in the woods
And his voice slices through the chilly air;
The silver coated fox stops and listens to the song
As she pokes her pretty nose out of her lair.
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Christ in a garden of roses -
Where beauty meets beauty
And Love meets the symbol of love;
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Another place, another time
When the world was not possessed by man
And beast played but a minor part;
Evolution had not yet begun.
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Dreams - dreams - dreams
Of faraway lands and faraway places,
Strange, foreign names and strange, foreign faces;
Dreams of the sea and dreams of the ocean
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Delicious smells come tiptoeing
Around the oven door.
They come creeping through the kitchen,
Up the curtains, 'cross the floor.
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Sculpted alabaster gulls on naked stones
Shrug drooping wings while winter crazy weather
Spits tear-salt rain into feather muted solitude
And sailor haunted flaws flute to hungry seas.
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Yesterday
You were dangling from the sky
Until the string snapped
And you plunged beak first
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Bring the rivers of Your peace, O Lord.
Let them burst their banks and overflow,
Flood the barren, desert lands
Where nothing grows.
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For everything there is an hour;
Seasons come and seasons go.
A moment for a rose to bloom,
For the tide to ebb and then to flow.
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I
The winter night has tossed a shroud
Across the hills and fields and vales
And broods beneath its settling folds.
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