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Sierra Dec 2019
Let the clouds remind you
That I am always nearby
When the storms and thunder come
I sing along with them.  
As rain covers the earth
And deep clouds surround the sky
Hear the patter of the drops
And know all along
I’m by your side
Never too far gone
Feel the cool touch on your skin
Like a gentle tap from me
Let it remind you
I’ve never really left.
Smell the fresh breeze
Imagine me there
Let the winds whisper
About secrets and stories
I’ve left for you to share.
Smell the fresh scent
Close your eyes
And know above anything
You can see me in the sky.
Susan N Aassahde Dec 2019
frost plough flock
gnome crook
stone pluck hostage
Rick Clewett Dec 2019
these skies
rich deep blue slant
late afternoon fall light
the turning leaves
and ideal warmth

these are here today
here where there are no
forests burning
or hurricanes with threatening waves
and rain

not here not at least today
nor the riots
no major hate crimes here
of late just discrimination profiling
the routine wrongs
that unaffected groups don’t notice
invisible as the greenhouse gases
piling up heating up the air
threatening the planet

good weather is now precious
trending toward extinction

like much we take for granted
our sources of clean water
food and life
Susan N Aassahde Dec 2019
mail forecast roast
temper plea
solitude ostrich humph
Angelo Oct 2018
Cold weather seems better than hot weather.
It cools a person when out doing practice.
You can hide from the cold weather,
Unlike the hot scorching weather.

Love is when you figure it out.
That's hot weather.
You can't hide from love.
You can't strip love from a person.
No many layer you peel will make it hide.

Now, pain.
Pain is so much like the cold weather.
You can hide the pain.
Cover up the pain as much as you want,
Because no matter how cold it is,
You can still block it out.

First, it is warm.
Love is beginning to blossom.
Isn't it amazing?
This warm feeling inside,
This feeling that you just can't escape from?
It's a feeling I have,
It's a feeling I could never regret.

Slowly, it gets colder,
Like the slightest of breezes.
It's hardly noticeable.
You're thankful for the cool weather,
But the cool weather here?
Troubles begin to arise.
Insecurities,
Doubts,
Jealousy,
Loneliness,
Every little thing that they made go away comes back.
Those stupid feelings of worthlessness,
Those stupid feelings of jealousy,
Those stupid thoughts of being alone,
Those stupid thought of "does he not love me anymore?"

The weather is harsh now.
Rain,
Thunder,
Hail,
Lightning.
What more could go worse?
Why won't it go away?
At a certain point, the weakest relationships fall.
One leaves other.
We're left alone.
They went and found their own evacuation route.
We're left behind.

All I feel is the harsh cold at first,
The pain that begins to slowly numb my feelings.
I can't be happy.
I don't feel deserving.
I don't feel secure.
I am of no value.
So, why is it I still love them?
Why is it that the happy warm feeling is still there?
But iced over.

It's a cycle that goes around,
And around,
And around.
It never stops.
If you fall in love,
Pain is sure to ensue
At least pain is easier to control,
Easier to numb out,
Than love is.
Undead Nomad Dec 2019
I dreamt for this winter's end
to evaporate the heavy veil of dark noons draped over the horizon
and peak me a glance of
lemonade sky
purple aether
and cotton candy clouds
from days past

until then I burrow into myself
into the rabbit hole
that leads deeper within

reminisce of the touch
of that warm glow
one the sun had placed there long ago
a subtle yet permanent remnant of old
as precious as gold
it carries me far from what I suppose
away from this sullen body
holding a heart frozen from the cold
Juno Dec 2019
It’s the time of year
When you need extra lotion
Your hands are always cold.
The one time that children
Will do as they’re told.
Lyda M Sourne Dec 2019
I look outside
The sun laughs at me

I look up the sky
It's clear with an ocean blue

I look at the trees
The wind dances around with the leaves

I stay inside
And long for the outside
I'm stuck in the practice room while the weather is wonderful outside
I'm standing outside,
Looking through the glass.
Hoping, wishing; crying,
For another chance.

Another opportunity.
This time,
I will get it right.

The night may be cold.
The skies may be pouring.
But I will stand.
Stand, for as long as I can.

Until you give me;
One last chance,
To make you mine...
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