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 twilight shadows will soon fall,
I hear the bugle's shrill call,
And my thoughts are meandering far,
To the village where you are.
My heart has no song,
And the night seems dreary and long.
Then as I view your life from afar,
Lo - I see you in each heavenly star.