The Moon’s Glow #poetry #life’slesson #amwriting

Ah the harvest moon

filled with amber glow

release your source

unveil your love

pour dust upon my soul

*

gazing down she softly smiles

her radiant all the more

adore me not

you star fazed one

gaze upon life’s shore

*

I smile into childlike eyes

I but a mirror grand

I gather light into my self

joyous to sit

upon sun’s night stand

*

look up into radiant  light

take in his daily glow

bask in his warmth

no matter what the day

his love for you will show

The harvest moon shot is by Shironekoeuro ck the site for more amazing photography http://www.flickr.com/photos/shironekoeuro/

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The Family Barn (Americana Series)

You’ve seen many seasons- my friend

there are those who came to you for shelter

others came for food

All knew you were faithful

to stand firm, during a storm

***

you never complained

always held your peace

when families had their squabbles

you endured with quiet strength

***

children were birthed in your wings

old ones withered – died there too

many a story revolves around you

***

now when your life

is fading away

some sigh “all things must end”

you smile – a sad shade of gray

***

others mourn the memories you store

the beauty you possess

will always be remembered

never again will there be

another you!!!

Photo: L Moon (Creative Commons Lic)

Hope (a poem during the storm)

Hope is seen in the eyes of a child

heard in the first notes of dawn

felt in a lover’s first kiss

given freely by a friend

An anchor holding fast

life’s storms cannot tear upon

who never goes amiss

turns the darkness to day

Stands watch over the frail

endures so much

sustains us through life

faithful ‘til the end

You might say

wait Hope closely resembles

a sentiment – Love

hand in hand

two strengths from above

The Oak

The Oak

stands firm
in heavy storms
it never bends
it may seem worn

It

may show signs
of many a trial
the oak’s kind heart
remains unbarred

The Oak

is steady
when children are small
it spreads its branches
there is room for all

The Oak

stands stalwart
as time goes by
arms wide open

when someone cries

The Oak is

faithful to its own
the source of love

long lasting like home