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

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it’s so cold

 

it’s so cold
beyond a red nose
or rosy cheeks

it’s so cold
that the bones feel frozen
brittle
breakable
it’s so cold
breathing is unbearable

it’s so cold
that the limbs stuck in one place
shivering
shaking
slowly stiffening

it’s so cold

bottomless pit

a bottomless pit
of breath and clarity
a bottomless pit
of reflections

the addictions
the contradictions
the attractions
the abstract
the construed

less confusing
when broken into pieces
perplexities
sink to the bottom
and the elucidations
rise

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

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