Phyllis Ratcliff-Beaumonte Poems

Life is a journey
and the road can be rough
the valleys hazardous
and the mountains you climb, tough. Your burdens will be heavy
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For what purpose December do you return?
Is it to cast your magic spell with sounds
of crunching ice under moonlit nights
producing tree columns muffed with snow,
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When love frees the soul
images flow drifting from the mind.
They retreat then reappear,
those fleeting shadows of another time.
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