The Grandfather by Carol Naylor
courtesy of artifacts at the White Elephant
The hands of the clock, silently
ticking away, breathing life
and spinning like a Catherine wheel,
chiming and heralding the onset
of a brand new day.
The blanket of darkness lifted
as day breaks. The sun rises,
emblazoned as an orange speck,
warming the wintry universe
as the clock ticks on.
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An end to the day
All forms of life hibernate
Awaiting the morn.
Walking down the street
The sun pouring through the cloud
Shining rays of light.
Frosty and chilly
Frozen to the bone we sit
And watch the snow fall.
The wind howls wildly
The rain pours incessantly
Driving us home.
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