Joseph T. Renaldi
Joseph T. Renaldi Poems
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There are strange and mysterious sounds
When the winds of winter blow,
The long nights are crystal clear and cold,
And the fields and meadows are covered with snow.
The stars are frosty against the sky,
And the wind's whistle is shrill,
As the snow blows against the house
And drifts against the hill.
Yet, I like to see during the winter
A white carpet on the ground,
To plod aimlessly in the deep snow,
where deer tracks abound.
I like to feel the stillness
Of a crisp winter's night,
Watching a full moon rise over the horizon,
Exposing a ...
The Wailing Wind
I'm amazed at the wind's changing mood,
Its ability to maneuver far and wide,
The quiet motion - the tumultuous ones,
The way it pushes at ones side.
It pounds at the coastline creating massive waves,
Releasing its wrath against the sandy shore.
It approaches the heartland with a fury,
Across the golden wheat fields even more.