two new poems

grey morning
I take my time
and read the poetry
of the garage light
and Winter

small town park
seems larger now
no swings on the sets
and no people
bright cold day

Veterans Park
Oostburg, Wisconsin

December 29, 2021

POEMS FROM OOSTBURG, WISCONSIN – This is my primary site. I will post from there for Bloganuary 2022. And also share here, as I learn this new challenge.

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I begin again

I begin again
with Psalm One
a snowflake falls
then another
each a work of art

And he shall be like a tree
planted by the rivers of water,
that bringeth forth his fruit in his season:
his leaf also shall not wither;
and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.

Psalm 1: 3 (KJV)