THE WHEEL TURNS

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THE WHEEL TURNS

THE WHEEL TURNS

Her,
May-green with
a light breeze.
Him,
February’s
cold
touch.

The hours,
the days,
the light
that vanishes,
only to return
and
begin anew.

Nothing truly
ends,
even as air
moves
the words
from page
to page
and light
follows
into
the next day.

Each of us
just the
remembrance
of those
holy words
of
reframe.

He,
now the
spring.
She,
winter’s open
door.

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Teardrops commented on THE WHEEL TURNS

05-14-2010

Lost love yes a wonderful poem my friend loved the way it was written and loved the content thanks Marie

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

79VETTE’s Poems (41)

Title Comments
Title Comments
UNOPENED BOOKS 2
THE EDGE 0
LOVE 1
SILENCE OF SNOW 0
MEMORIES OF A BLUE BUNGALOW 0
A TENEMENT ON JONES STREET 1
RED SKY’S IN THE MORNING 3
BLACK KNIGHT 1
SAINT ELMO’S FIRE 3
SUNDAY MORNING GUILT ENOUGH TO GO AROUND 1
NO MATTER AT $4.95 1
THE BOX 1
THE WHEEL TURNS 1
UP THE BLUE STAIRS 1
THE KISS 1
A QUESTION OF SLEEP 1
EARLY MORNING COFFEE 1
Crimson Leaf 1
A QUESTION OF YESTERDAY 4
3 A. M. 2
LOUIS 4
THE RIVER 6
FOUR POEM ABOUT DIFFERENT THINGS 1
COACH 10 SEAT 12 2
In The Name of the Father 2
ECHOES OF DARKNESS AND LIGHT 1
MYSTIC DREAM 1
EARTHS BREATH 3
THE FERRYMAN 3
Winter Tide 3
SCARLET RIBBON 3
THE CROW 5
THE HOUSE & AUNT MILDRED 5
WINTER OF 33 2
Rain in a Tin Cup 4
PARRISH:CONFE
SSIONS OF AN ALCOHOLIC
2
Crystal of Time 0
Invisible People 1
HOW I LONG 1
THE BOXWOOD TREE 2
THE EMPTY ROOM 3