Janie Wassler Poems

The geese kiss the grass
Nibbling for food

The waves kiss the shore of the lake
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The air smells of nature
And I breathe in freshness, grace, and godliness
The breezes kiss me
And I know you are near
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Birds of a feather flock together, they say
And so does the family
Where so many can fly
And all soar on the wings of love
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I see my little girl's eyes dance like the leaves
Clad in sweater and jeans
Her hair wild and blowing in the breeze
And fall is my favorite season
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The pounding of my heart
Drowns out all other sounds

Pitter patter
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The sub sparkles like sugar on the lake
Dazzling before my eyes
Which are also blinded by the sun
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My backyard, a pastoral song
Robins, sparrows, mocking birds and robins
Gently guide through this Eden
The dog gestures black against the green green grass
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Strawberry banana pancakes
Are a delight to my palette
As you always were
In your body suit
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My garden gives me a sense of beauty
Just like a soft and touching melody

Like a lytic I feel was written just for me
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Even the breeze smells of spring
And new beginnings
Of time well spent
And time to come
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