Sharon Peeples

At altitude, winter arrives many moons
Before her appointed time. Red, gold, russet
And orange leaves desperately cling to conifers
In a vain attempt to hold hands with fall just a bit longer.
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It began simply enough...
A smile etched with the impenetrable red
Of a clown's resolve, concealing reality
From casual passersby....
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winter me with frosted leaves
and snowmen wearing hats
children sledding...pink of cheeks
wet boots on doorway mats
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Rumbling through the finally dark house,
I welcome relief from this day of solitude and
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A first born son to call my own,
With joy and pride I brought you home.
There nestled in the cradle bough...
A mother's heart remembers now.
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The old familiar parts were played on stage.
A captive group there stilled beneath the page.
With song and dance those resin smiles to share,
Gave ambiance of grace upon the stairs.
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If ever I could see your face
Or feel your presence near,
I'd need not wander through this place
Without your hand to steer.
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