Mary Fumento Poems

Pink petals passing
Scents above so high
Painted porcelain perfection
Blossoms caress the sky
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The spark of passion: chemistry
The simmering of blood and heart
The speed of passion: furious
Almost over before it begins
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Soft upon my eyelashes
Turning my cheeks to pink
Softly falling, falling
Not a sound in the air
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Pink and gentle hues
Scents of heaven itself
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The wind whispers when it is cold
Trees are white and windows frosted
A hush covers all
Peaceful, silent
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Yesterday's memories, tomorrow's dreams
Where have they gone? What do they mean?
When shadows were short and sun rays long
I had no cares in the world - I belonged
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The flickering flame enchants the mellow eyes
While whining wind encases faltering ears
And darkness entombs the dozing figure
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In search of a balance
And structure only true
I sought a wholeness
And found solely you
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Softly creeping in among the pines of scented green
Gently rolling over meadows to cover rocky slopes
A veil of silence, deep and brooding
Distorting vague images of deer grazing
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When we all lived in the woods
There were more of us then
How few have we become
And scattered too far away
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