My very dear Winter

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My very dear Winter,
Let all the stars to shine,
Inside my  burning hummer
Through all the blackened nights.

You could recall the fire
From all the missing lines
While dancing with a flier
Behind of mirror’s  times.

On eyes of snowing, running
The wish, the step, the mind,
I paint you as  my saving
And loving angel, kind.

And even if the hours
Scream too aloud on days,
My very dear Winter,
Hug all my wildest ways.

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In response to The Daily Post – Photo Challenge, Serene

Stay for a While

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Looking out from my window, I glanced at the sky
Then I thought what makes these moments quick to fly.

I wished I could pause the spring’s scent and summer’s sunshine
If the miracle would happen, every particle would be fine.

Suddenly a little ray of sunshine sneaked in through my window
Smiled to me and said “let me shine”.

The magical glimpses of nature’s beauty was at it’s peak
Trees were like brides wearing colorful leaves, beautiful and shy.

As beautiful as the spring roses, summer’s dew and winter’s snow
I asked the autumn, “could you please stay for a while?”

Autumn in Hunza Valley, Gilgit-Baltistan

The square of my time

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I’m walking embraced by thoughts
Which call all the light through the sky.
I’m praying behind of my nights
When nothing goes on in my try.
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I’m writing long letters to God
To bring piece of light on my heart.
While walking embracing the mind
Alone on the square of my time.
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Still knocking to doors with no answer
It’s getting too cold on my way.
While Winter became a wild dancer
I’m waiting for Light on my pray.
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New Horizon

Is Winter, is cold and is rain,

Through all our feelings. And nights

Are  coming to paint all the same 

With shadows, by sparks moon on lights. 

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Nottinghamshire, UK

Is question, is mind and is hope

Through all our thinking about.

Embracing the faith tight and cope

With life’s answers given to doubt.  

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Nottingham , UK

While digging the silence  and mind

I’m striving to see  eyes of truth.

I’m watching through space and regard

All mornings, fountains of   the  youth. 

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Dubai, Arab Emirates

 

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Bucharest, Romania

 

 

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Derby, UK

 

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Deva, Romania

 

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Hello, February!

 

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“Keep your faith in beautiful things;
in the sun when it is hidden,
in the Spring when it is gone.”
–  Roy R. Gibson  

 

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“The word February is believed to have derived from the name ‘Februa’ taken from the Roman ‘Festival of Purification’.  The root ‘februo’ meaning to ‘I purify by sacrifice’.  As part of the seasonal calendar February is the time of the ‘Ice Moon’ according to Pagan beliefs, and the period described as the ‘Moon of the Dark Red Calf’ by Black Elk.  February has also been known as ‘Sprout-kale’ by the Anglo-Saxons in relation to the time the kale and cabbage was edible.”
 – Mystical WWW

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“Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o’er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the withered air
Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,
And veils the farm-house at the garden’s end.
The sled and traveler stopped, the courier’s feet
Delayed, all friends shut out, and housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of storm.”
–  Ralph Waldo Emerson

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“The flowers of late winter and early spring occupy places in our hearts well out of proportion to their size.”
–  Gertrude S. Wister

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“Surely as cometh the Winter, I know
There are Spring violets under the snow.”
–  R. H. Newell

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“Still lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white;
And reigns the winter’s pregnant silence still;
No sign of spring, save that the catkins fill,
And willow stems grow daily red and bright.
These are days when ancients held a rite
Of expiation for the old year’s ill,
And prayer to purify the new year’s will.”
–  Helen Hunt Jackson, A Calendar of Sonnet’s: February

 

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