Paul Reed Poems

How long is January, you ask
Because it seems an endless wait till Spring
And the days when every little thing
Seems so much better;
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Arrows of sunlight splitting the blinds
Fading photographs and chastening minds
Lighting the corners of a forgotten dream
Thoughts tumbling down a mountain stream
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The two of them danced
Not as a couple, but apart
On the wet morning grass
They would prance and dart
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Presents have been exchanged
And now the New Year calls
Tree taken down, room re-arranged
Cards unstuck from walls;
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Not one ounce has been weighed
On nature's scale of spring
The trees stand stark and bare
The lark is yet to sing
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A little known fact
No matter if your brain you racked
You could never have recalled
(Although you’re probably not appalled)
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O, wind that blows
On the first day of March
That causes the branch to shiver
And the bough to arch;
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The omniscient sky gulped
And emitted a long, low breath,
Bedraggled spectators on the touchline
Wanting to be there at ‘the death';
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To walk freely across sunny fields
In peaceful times, in open lands,
To be learning on days such as these
From older and wiser hands;
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You sighed, your splendour going
When inner light from bloom riven,
The moment passed without me knowing
That your best had been given;
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