Cold Things by Dennis Allen Lange

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Glum Winter’s clouds are seamless, smooth,
…No hint of smile, no twinkles.
The cold winds in the sky above
…Have ironed out all the wrinkles.

They never have a cheery gleam
…From sunshine on their faces.
Instead, cold Winter says to march
…And puts them through their paces.

They seem to be an enemy,
…Cold, brusque, and so unfeeling,
That hover where the blue once was
…As an unwelcome ceiling.

Yet they are much more friendly than
…A man who once was neighbor
To whom all others were a pain
…And happiness a labor.

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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.

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There Is Another Sky by Emily Dickinson

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields –
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum;
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!

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The Keyhole Of Life by Dennis Lange

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When there is darkness all around,
.. And darkness in your soul,
Lift up your eyes from the present ground
…To the light that shines through the hole. 

And when the light shines none at all,
…When life’s a blackened place,
Then call or crawl till you’re o’er the wall,
…And the sunshine smiles on your face. 

We all may fall into a pit
…Along life’s winding way.
The key: to climb and to never quit,
…End the night by march to the day.

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photo by Constantin Jurcut at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/meTzt8m/reflection

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.  

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