Gwynneth Green poet and lyricist extraordinaire, her poetry and lyrical background are gifts from her grandfather, Bud Green

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backside of rain

watching
the drip
the drop
a cascade
the backside of rain
filled with reversed rainbows
the clarity is unequaled
spilling
and
splattering
droplets
unifying upon contact
no pitter patter

winter’s breath

winter’s breath
left
a taste upon the air

clean
crisp
with wisps of white
feely floating

a chill

not so cold
to make one shiver

knowing that warmth
be fireside

a bite

not so bruising
to make one quiver

full wolf moon

1st full moon
of the year
state your intentions
loud
and clearly believe
that the energy
shared
will
lighten burdens
in the darkness
of winter

hunger
lurking
in your

New Year’s recipe …… it’s love

start with a bowl of forgiving
add a heap of compassion
and a dash
of reality
—-for if you are not aware
than how can you care—–

stir together
kindness and tolerance
creating a mix of empathy
gently fold this into the bowl

add equal amounts

good riddance

you were like
a bad cold that lingered
didn’t ask you to stay
but you wouldn’t go away

hacking & coughing
all night long
to dislodge that
phlegm
and be free
of your disease

the aches and pains
of a relationship gone
from bad to

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