Crackle of winter
Frost covered grass falls to fate
It happens yearly
Then spring consummates marriage
And nature’s children are born
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Crackle of winter
Frost covered grass falls to fate
It happens yearly
Then spring consummates marriage
And nature’s children are born
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
We live life in fear
Afraid of the dark, of death
Of what comes after
Why, when we’ve done this before
Many, many times over
We’re born and reborn
Working on our mortal souls
Until we become as one
…With the Divine
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Chill…Rustle of trees
Winter is fast approaching
Usher in the dead season
Like the cycle of our lives
One dies another is born
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Awake before dawn,
The air still clinging to summer’s end.
I breath deeply,
Lungs fill with warm moist morning.
Alone to see a new sun rising,
Nothing more glorious could I see
As dark turns to dawn.
Should not Saturdays be for sleep,
Renewal of the body and soul;
I could never fit this mold.
My renewal lies in peace,
Peace in new day’s birth,
Coo of the morning dove,
Dance of the gecko,
Sky vast as the oceans
And just as blue.
With its birth I am reborn;
Starting anew as if my first day,
Nothing could be more glorious.
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~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~
Sealed up tight in fortress strong
Awaiting horrors start unknown
For eons this a battle long
Beauty in tragedy time has shown
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Landscapes ravaged, void and burned
Brown and black the palette chosen
Man controls, but has not learned
In Mother’s power, his frailty exposing
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Yet in the wake of this terrible scourge
A million lives behind armor are born
Without so much as a prod or an urge
This called home on land war torn
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A tiny life out of ashes protrude
This progeny will not struggle alone
Natures mysteries through pain they exude
In beauty birthed of the lowly pine cone
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~