Rhonda Baker Poems

November winds begin to blow
Leaves are falling just like snow
Oak leaves crunch beneath my feet
But the Maple ones are soft and meek
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Out in the woods on an autumn day
The sky is cloudy with a touch of gray
Cutting wood, for some winter heat
Cord after cord all stacked neat
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The snow falls briskly on the barely frozen ground
And clings to the last leaves that have yet to fall down
Most trees are stripped bare to their core
The field’s lay empty… crops grow there no more
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People have drawn into their shells
Layering on armor as a snowstorm swells
Stoking the home fires, big and bright
Cloudless, clear star filled night
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Little Bits of Heaven falling from the sky
Tiny, detailed sculptures, you can spy with your eye
Each an original masterpiece, like no other you would find
Just like the people of this world... all a different kind
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I wonder what you see, when your eyes fall upon my face
Do you see a poet full of tenderness and grace?
Do you see the bull that lives inside of me?
Full of determination, strength and stubborn glee
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Today I heard a flute play in one of the sanctuaries of my life
Its music bounced off the walls, like a pied piper driving out strife
The flutist fingers releasing each high and sweetly played note
Filling the room like water, each one of us a boat
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The sounds of Christmas surround us all
From the streets, to our local mall
People all busy making a fuss
Lights decorate everything from trees, to a bus
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The battle of the glassblowers in Kalamazoo
Sitting with anticipation in an old church pew
Gaffers from as far as Chicago and Detroit
To show of their talent, and some glass to exploit
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It was a bubbly spring day, with the sun shining down
Daffodils and hyacinths sprouting from the ground
Children dressed in a spectrum of color, that brought joy to the heart
As across the lawns they'd run and play; one pushing a cart
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