poetry – Page 2 – Cynthia Reyes

A Good Home, Maples, Nature, Poetry, Spring, Trees

In Praise of Trees

April 28, 2015April 28, 2015 Cynthia Reyes

The apple blossoms soon will bloom

The lilac fragrance fill my room

Leaf buds will open on large trees

Gardeners will fall upon their knees

Bring forth your green, oh maple grand

Welcome the spring across the land

Whisper to me through rustling leaf

And I shall sigh with great relief

Bring back your shelter, copper beech

With arms that dare to heaven reach

Bring back your green leaves, walnut friend

And cleanse the air, our bodies mend

Give us your shade, oh mighty beings

Cover our spaces with your wings

Shade so the grass becomes a bed

Shade for the place where lies our dead

Shade for the robin, perched on limb

Nest for the bugs that pester him

For trees are gifts to creatures all

From those who walk to those who crawl.

Dedicated to all my blogger friends.

A Good Home, Flowers, Gardening, Life in canada, Poem, Poetry, Seasons Change, Winter's End

A Winter’s Tail

March 13, 2015March 24, 2015 Cynthia Reyes

The birds are back with songs of Spring

Their tunes incite imagining

That Winter’s end will soon arrive

And living things shall haste to thrive

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A Winter’s Tail, how bittersweet!

Today it’s sun, tomorrow sleet

And wind to stop us in our tracks

And cold to freeze Spring-hungry backs

One day we feel a wave of hope

Warmed by our thoughts that we can cope

And then come gales of Winter still

And blizzards coat the windowsill

Ho, Winter! Do your level best

Your time is near to take a rest

For Lady Spring prepares to rule

She’ll thaw your ice and warm your cool

She’ll rout you, kick your icy tail

She’ll make you wish you’d stopped at hail

Who’s mighty now, oh Freezer Guy

Who rules the roost? Oh my, oh my!

Spring wakes the earth; the gardens flower

She turns grass green and makes you cower

She strips away your winter clothes

And sprinkles sunshine up your nose

She brings new life to garden trail

She gives new strength to plants so frail

To stand up ‘gainst your mighty storm

And so defy your freezing form

Ho! Winter’s Tail, I kid you not

Pick up your snow and off you trot

Break down your ice and melt away

See you around, when skies are grey

See you next time, oh Frigid One

But not too soon, for Spring’s begun

And three great seasons I shall see

Before you’re back to torment me.

Thanks to Hamlin Grange for all original photos.

Dedicated to my friends Lisa E. and Marion W: Spring is near.

A Good Home, For Friends with S.A.D., Poetry

When the Sun Shines

March 10, 2015March 11, 2015 Cynthia Reyes

When the sun shines

Brilliant

Golden

My mind teems with possibilities

My heart brims with optimism

That all things are possible

If only I believe

But on grey days

Heavy

Interminable

My soul pulls the blanket over its head

And there goes my brave certainty

That mountains can be scaled

Any trouble vanquished

Deep in my soul

Weakened

Saddened

I find myself searching for some courage

To tell my spirit to shape up

Because grey, like snow and cold

Does not last forever.

For a dear friend and all who suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder (S.A.D)

A Good Home, Cake, Dessert, Food, Poetry

The Hungry Philosopher

January 2, 2015 Cynthia Reyes

At dinner that evening, I asked a man

Who had taken three pieces of cake

One after the other

Though he paused before the last

Photo by Simply Splendid Victorian Afternoon Tea

And looked straight at me across the table

As if seeking a stranger’s approval

Then dug right in

With an almost-grunt of satisfaction

“What happened?” I asked him, curious,

“At that very last moment

Just before

You gave in to temptation?”

He smiled at the crumbs on his plate

Then looked at me and said:

“You tell yourself

That it won’t be that bad, not really

That’s what you tell yourself.

It is, after all, such a little thing

A small piece of nothing

That you’ll make up for later.”

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The hungry philosopher smiled again

But sadly now, at his plate

Regretful, yes

And something else, perhaps

A bit of shame caused by a stranger

Who spoke

When she should have stayed quiet

And let the man enjoy his cake.

Dedicated to everyone who knows when to keep their mouth shut.

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