Teresa Dearing Poems
Hot pavement burns the feet,
Cool green grass what a treat.
Sand stuck between the toes,
Sun burnt skin on the nose.
Cotton clouds floating by,
Baby blue paints the sky.
Kids running out to play,
School is out, happy day.
Summer smells fill the air,
As we play with out care.
Waiting lines, ice cream stands,
Young and old are the fans.
All nature’s running high,
Summers breeze brush the sky.
Pools and waves cool the skin,
What a day for a friend.
Tired, sleepy children cry,
Once more, they want to ...
The Witch Of The Winter
The Witch of the Winter she calls to me,
Come lay in my cool, white softness.
So lovely and pure, I will be your cure,
For all the world’s sorrow and sadness.
No struggles, no pain, you can only gain,
Come to me, escape all of this madness.
Her voice in the wind sings a sweet delight,
As she calls me to lie on her mattress.
Soft and white in the middle of the night,