Sheri Walters

Rookie [Falling Feather] (Richmond, VA)

Sheri Walters Poems

1. Stars 7/31/2003
2. My Love 7/31/2003
3. The Dream 7/31/2003
4. The Winter Of My Soul 12/1/2003
5. Delving 7/31/2003
6. Idle Musings 12/1/2003
7. When Two Teardops Touch 8/27/2003
8. Know You Not What You Do To Me? 8/27/2003
9. Languishing 12/1/2003
10. Entreating The Wyrd 8/27/2003
11. The Hawk 12/1/2003
12. Achromatism 1/10/2009
13. Ame Agari 1/10/2009
14. Ardor 1/10/2009
15. Awaiting 1/10/2009
16. For Amanda 1/10/2009
17. Kaonashi 1/10/2009
18. Koi - A Cinquain 1/10/2009
19. Love Is A Word Less Qualified 1/10/2009
20. Love Is The Everything Of Nothing 1/10/2009
21. Mirrors - A Cinquain 1/10/2009
22. Pain - A Diamante 1/10/2009
23. Peacock's Symphony - A Villanelle 1/10/2009
24. Remembrance (Prose) 1/10/2009
25. The Beast Within 1/10/2009
26. The Desert Sublime 1/10/2009
27. Transcendence (A Rubiyat) 1/10/2009
28. Unfettered 1/10/2009
29. Yearning - A Tanka 1/10/2009
30. Awakening (Prose) 1/10/2009
31. Winter Comes 1/10/2009
32. Contrition 1/13/2009
33. Delirium - An Englyn Milwr 1/22/2010
34. Earthly Abode 1/22/2010
35. Fortitude - A Sentence Acrostic 1/22/2010
36. I Wait For You 1/22/2010
37. Just Call Him Fred 1/22/2010
38. Love's Passage 1/22/2010
39. Precipice - A Villanelle 1/22/2010
40. Love You Like Me 1/23/2010

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Spring Rains (A Villanelle)

There shall come Spring rains
When all seems lost to the cold decay
And Winter shall release its icy reign

When hopes anew are all but slain
By the bitter hold of frigid days
There shall come Spring rains

Vernal longings shall make their way
As colors emerge from shades of gray
And Winter shall release its icy reign

Nature's display may seem bleak and inane
As Winter's chill yet still remains
There shall come Spring rains

Joy will abound where sorrow had lain
As Spring once more holds sway
And Winter shall ...

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The Winter Of My Soul

When the sweet violets of Spring have long faded
and their scent is but a fond remembrance
Will you still look to me?

When the Summer rains are all but a distant memory
that echoes across the starry, barren landscape
Will you still call to me?

When the fleeting winds of Autumn have ceased to whisper

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