Throwback Thursday: Is It Truly Winter?

Is It Truly Winter?
I.
Is it truly winter?
Yes, those are snowflakes I see.
I see them dance and flutter
Through the air around me.
They make a white blanket,
Draped softly over the ground.
All life’s busy noises get
Muffled and softer in sound.
Evergreens are robed in white,
The green so rich and vivid
When all else is white in sight,
A beautiful sign of life amid
The other bare trees.
And though the days grow short,
Moon on snow makes it easy to see
Winter‘s signs of every sort.

II.
Has another year passed?
Spring has long faded,
Its flowers not made to last,
Its bright rainbow of colors traded
For summer’s uniform green.
The summertime heat is gone,
Moved on to another scene,
And the long days are withdrawn.
Fall’s leaves still linger,
Scattered all over the ground.
They no longer sport the color
Of harvest, but are a muddy brown.
Now it is winter, a year’s
Cycle of seasons almost done.
The end of the year is here –
Here’s wishing for another good one.

Throwback Thursday- ‘A Poem for a Boy’s School Assignment’

A Poem for a Boy’s School Assignment
I am a young boy of nine.
I live with my grandparents.
I’m a hater of the feline,
And I never give compliments.
I am of Asian heritage.
I live in the city of Sonia.
I’m building a bird cage,
And I had last year pneumonia.
I am popular and cool.
I live in a big manor.
I’m doing this for school,
And I hate assignments of this manner.

(This poem was written for the prompt, “Write a poem in which every line is a lie.” The last two lines, however, were not lies!)

Throwback Thursday- ‘Autumn in the Air’

Each Thursday I will share a poem written before 2018. I will provide the year and context when possible. In honor of autumn, now in full, here is ‘Autumn in the Air,’ written in 2014:

Autumn in the Air
Ah! Autumn!
You never fail to bring me
Joy, wonder, quiet pleasure.
Your cool air touches my skin;
I shiver, and breathe in
Your smell, ever so slightly musty,
Refreshing most of all.
Warm inside, just under the skin,
While cool breezes turn
My cheeks pink.
Oh, my favorite season;
September, and the heat fades,
Autumn coming!
Year and year pass,
God brings you back again
To me.
What is it that draws me so
To September, October, November?
Ah, breathe in!
-Autumn’s charm is in the air.