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Cold brisk air
Clear blue skies
Smells of pine
It's the season

Turkey cooking
Filled with special stuffing
Pies being baked
It's the season

Egg nog
Mulled wine
Wreaths on the door
It's the season

Family, friends gather
Kindness abounds
It's the season

Holiday parades
Santa on the move
Decorations everywhere
Trees and cities dressed up
It's the season

Feelings of goodwill
Love and care
Peace fills the air
It's the season
 Nov 14 Geof Spavins
Liana
I see a little crumb in the table
And I know it's weird
But I say hi to it
And I name him Bob
"Hi, Bob! How does it feel to be so small?" I ask
And I imagine him answering
"It's like I'm just a little crumb on a napkin on a table in a giant room of  people. No matter how much I yell, try to make myself seen and loved, and do well, I never grow and I never get noticed."



"Oh"
my dad used to say all of the songs were about being seventeen young and sweet, wind in your hair, excitement in your veins and I thought wow, that means seventeen could be my year will my fairy godmother spare a wish? can my rags of hopelessness finally sparkle? maybe seventeen is the excuse I need to be brave to take the shot in the dark if it means finding light to cross the unbeaten path even though tree roots are out to get me to express the love flowing in the canyons of my heart to stop closing doors as quickly as I open them my age is young, but my dreams are old with this next chapter comes stories untold
I've had 536,457,600 seconds of air and don't want to waste one more
Between heaven and earth the ethereal pulse of God's creation
sifting through the soul like a fluttering kite in motion
Here we are in a dwelling place of  quarrel and demolition
only peace can assuage the heart and give it, its contrition
In the middle of war stretched across landscape of your heart
"The Lord's prayer," in a lilting whisper, you got this to an art
Give us today our daily bread and help us to do our part,  
it is only love agape that gives our soul a fresh new start
Connecting spaces of our head-heart connection a mantelpiece  
decorated with meditative awareness and unblinking utter peace
"Lead Us Not Into Temptation" let me decrease as you increase
seed and bloom inside my heart and help me fold this crease
Side by side two strong bookends holding together what rends  
with a soulful melodious vibration, I arrive at every bend  
"May Thy Kingdom Come" and live within me until the very end  
side by side, ... like two old reliable and sturdy, bookends.
You are true
Parents are sky
Till they are alive
Childhood never dies
Short and sound poems are
liked most
As they need less time and less effort to understand
In this fast moving world
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