Poetry – Page 3 – Cynthia Reyes

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A New Year

December 29, 2014December 31, 2019 Cynthia Reyes

We measure a year in months and milestones

Birthdays and other anniversaries

The goals achieved, honours received

And various victories.

These things we dream of, yearn for, live towards

The dates forecast in calendars

And marked off by celebrations

Of our lives.

I wish you all that and more.

But when I wish you a happy new year

I know there may also be losses

And challenges and dirty dishes

Because this is life.

And so I wish you:

Laughter

For when things turn out crazy

Faith

On days of loss or disappointment

Wisdom

In times of uncomfortable change

Delight

In the small things, not just the big ones

Gratitude

For the gifts you have and will receive

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Hope

For tomorrow and the morrow after

Health

To do the things you most enjoy

Peace

In the fact of your humanity.

Dedicated to my Family, with love.

**PHOTOS COPYRIGHT OF HAMLIN GRANGE**

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Nature, The Boss Lady

August 22, 2014September 29, 2023 Cynthia Reyes

Some gardeners will

Their flowers place

According to their “measure”

Tall ones in back

Short ones in front

‘Tis best for viewing pleasure

I wish I could

Claim this is what

Takes place in my own garden

But that would be

A lie from me

I’d have to beg your “pardon”

It started out

In this way, yes

All was in perfect order

But I forgot

To see what’s what

And Nature changed the border

So now the tall ones

Bloom in front

While short ones hide behind them

And if I want

To see most flow’rs

I have to go and find them.

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Dedicated to all who think they can perfectly control a garden. And to those who know better.

Cynthia Reyes Copyright August 2014

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Our Lady Spring

March 29, 2014March 13, 2015 Cynthia Reyes

My Lady Spring, I must confess

Your absence causes great distress

Why does it take so long for thee

To come back here and stay with me?

The sun shines brightly on the land

But winter makes its own last stand

At least I thought it was the last

Till winter whispered “not so fast!”

The tips of future tulip flowers

Came out expecting springtime showers

Then came a blast of wicked cold

And tulip shrank back in its fold.

Our Lady Spring, we need you so

Oh Lady Spring, where did you go?

Come back, relieve our suffering

And I will make this offering

No more complaints of rain and fog

No more complaints that we can’t jog

We’ll gladly tolerate the bugs

We’ll stand outside and give them hugs

Oh gosh, I just read what I wrote

I take it back, that buggy quote

I hate mosquitoes, really do

And grubs and wasps and deer-flies too

But if you come, my Lady Spring

Along with blooms and birds on wing

I’ll try my best to gracious be

About the things that do bug me

And I shall greet you in the rain

And sing for you a spring refrain

And take the bad along with good

And walk along the cherry wood

Oh, Lady Spring, come back to me

So I can stroll my garden free

Of winter coat and freezing cold

While your great beauty I behold.

Photographs by Hamlin Grange

This poem is dedicated to my friends Mae, Jane and Muriel.

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RETURN OF THE EXILE

January 29, 2014September 29, 2023 Cynthia Reyes

Home now to that place of your youth

The beautiful land whose brutal truth

You fled.

Memory – that minefield – would not rest

But love and fame were in the West

You thrived.

The news came on and you grew still

The anger bubbled; it made you ill

So silent.

But now to homeland you’ve returned

I pray you’ll cope, and that you’ve learned

To forgive.

I wish you peace, and even joy

In that place where you were that boy

Long ago.

Permit yourself to laugh and play

To tuck the anger back away

For now.

Permit yourself to have some hope

Allow yourself the needed scope

To dream.

That land you love may come to be

A place you would have loved to see

Take shape

And though that seems so far away

So distant from this present day

Take heart

Now feel the sun upon your face

The rhythm, light, and sense of place

Once home.

Dedicated to my friend Tim Knight.

All photos by H. Grange.

Category: Poetry

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