Lazy Saturday
Basking in the southwest sun
Winter put on hold
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Lazy Saturday
Basking in the southwest sun
Winter put on hold
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Leaf saunters downward
Unable to cling to life
Winter has conquered
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Huddled from the cold
Protection from frigid winds
Tender leaves curl
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Winter in the wings
Insects in their final throes
Succumb to the cold
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Kiss me frosted wind
Leaving blush upon my cheeks
Winter approaches
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Coolness of morning
Welcomed after summer’s heat
Nature’s refreshment
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The cricket’s swan song
Farewell with seasons change
Returning in spring
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The cool morning air
Dew clinging to window panes
How quickly things changed
Now that fall is upon us
First snow can’t be far behind
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Great Barnegat Bay,
No match for the chill of mighty winter.
Even scarved in saline she cannot withstand its grip
Nor shelter her residents from its icy hand.
Fractured ice flows appear as mirrored plain;
Sea birds scavenge
Spying the cracks and holes for sustenance,
Receiving only a baptism of frigid water in return
Life goes on unfettered beneath her rugged exterior.
Cattails line her shores
Hunched under the weight of snow and ice,
Browned and solid as if petrified.
Nor’easter after nor’easter has taken its toll
Leaving a barren tundra in their wake.
This too shall renew in thaw,
Icy plates melding back into the bay,
Birds once again feasting in their land of plenty,
Cattails finding the strength to stand straight in the warming winds.
Nay this will not be the last,
Her life blood destined to repeat this dance in natures echo,
Yet she perseveres despite all she endures.
This has gone on for time immemorial,
Making her hard–
Strong as steel, unwavering in her resolve.
Still under a summer sun she softens,
Gentle in her warm embrace,
Diamonds reflecting off her fluid gown,
She is a lady,
Loved and cherished by all who know her.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Winter winds, screech angrily cross barren fields,
Brutal and unforgiving without relent.
While livestock and crop to natures wrath they yield.
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Annually recurring without consent
Praying for relief from weather’s harsh fury
She is steely firm and she will not relent.
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Corrals succumb to Jack Frost’s frozen slurry.
Cornstalks and wheat are like skeletons slumping,
Coated by blizzard and skies gentle flurry.
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This icy grassland under shod foot clumping,
Springtimes thaw all things naturally await.
To tree branches and twigs their beat is drumming.
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Waiting for the cold’s icy grip to abate
With renewal of crops our livestock they wait.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~