William Kofoed

Not all flowers do look nice

Not all flowers do smell good
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The days are growing longer, warmer
The snows are less often, lighter
Soon the storms will turn to rain
And no longer will I need to plow
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How can I teach you to see
the blue of the sky in a hummingbird egg
born to fly as the color does show
or here's the ocean waves
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today upon an endless trail
that seems endless going straightly on
though there are traps hidden upon
into which I stumble every one
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Bitter night
seventeen degrees
all is covered
in frozen white
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Auburn hair in long waves falls
bright sunlight glistens red highlights
tight ringlet of curls on forehead found
all flows lightly upon the breeze
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Golden sunlight softly falls
on the cottage by the shore
and the woman standing there
on a summer day so warm
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Mountain peak height piercing the sky
brushing its peak black clouds roll
piercing lightning does flash and thunder does roar
cold heavy rain drops begin there to fall
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Dark clouds gather
high overhead
bright lightning flashes
deep thunder roars
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And I stood
within a dream
watching children
going to him
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hot summer sun piercing
shining so brightly down
all things revealing
to the watching eye
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Mighty mountain peaks high
in dark clouds are cloaked
lights flash within them
distant rumblings are heard
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in my closet
on my knees
I look up
and I pray
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sunlight filters softly down
softly on the mists swirling around
cool droplets form everywhere
sparkling jewels in morning light
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We did live on a long street street
in small houses each the same
fronted with lawns green and square
and sidewalks of cold hard concrete
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I was not hated
because of that
and cannot understand
how anyone was
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I am told
that I should write
lines that will
a picture make
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On a warm summer day
while I was eating my lunch
my head did nod
and I began to dream
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as I sit with pen in hand
and sheet of parchment before me lay
what is the words that I might say
that might have worth to those who read
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Hope for fulfillment to be lacking there
seeking for glory rewarding quest
standing at entrance gazing in fear
companions surrounding vicarious dreams
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