Hanging On

Hanging On

As Old Homicide starts to lose his grip

Fair sun is stealing more each day, gains ground

The grass greens and poseys start coming ' round

The ice and snow steady reduced to drips

Winter would cause one more stumble, a slip

Keeping you in his stiff frozen world bound

Covetous, with his dying breaths yet hound

Loathe to lose the taste of bluey cold lips

Though knowing his time from him is now ripped

His talent for hanging on does astound

When gentle warmth, Spring's victor prevails

There remains a few late frosts crystal-

dipped

Icicle dangerous daggers abound

Watching for the unwary to assail

©️Sylphide poem/image 2021

Begin Blazing

The east aglow with the newest fire

Breathing in the flames I find ignition

Illuminate the paths for cognition

All nights fears set upon final pyres

Their funeral dirges played on lyres

Now begins today a coalition

Of my bright soul and these apparitions

To rise as the sun higher and higher

Every dawn a symphony swelling

The clouds dance slowly, stately with fine grace

A matching light, inside me a welling

Heart pounding, I ready for the great race

To find the darkest evils for felling

A hero's tale, bitter and sweet of taste

©️Sylphide poem 2020, image 2017

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