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 snowflakes fall quietly upon the shrubs,
And glitter like heavenly stars,
A variety of shapes from the clouds above,
Causing my thoughts to wander far.
No snowflake is quite alike,
A fact proven through the years,
But holding them in the palm of my hand,
The melting process soon appears.