Twilight

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In the still of the evening

before the light is dim,

lamps are lit

and the moon appears,

a calm descends.

 

In the pale sky

a feathered arrow

in final flight,

branches beckoning

weary wings to rest.

 

In this quiet time

the mind is soothed,

thoughts collected,

ready and waiting

for tomorrow’s promise.

 

©ChristineNedahlMarch2018

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The Olive

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Tree after tree

grove upon grove

blackened torso

thrice stretched

in salutation

winter stark.

 

Twig after twig

leaf upon leaf

gloss green

welcome

breeze beckoning

summer sun.

 

©ChristineNedahlMarch2016

Seasons

 

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Spring – new beginnings

love, rebirth everywhere

precious survival promised.

Summer – warmth, happiness

natures’ trysts made

precious life consummated.

Autumn – relationships mellowed

fruits borne

precious life propagated.

Winter – existence lulled

fledglings flown

precious life suspended.

Seasons’ circle ends

promises fulfilled pledges broken

precious life endures.

I am sad

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I am sad

you are no longer here.

Never my love

you belonged to another.

You were my friend

 always there.

Thinking of you

why I’ve no idea.

Not a special day

death, birth, other.

On my mind since dawn

some days this is it.

You’d grin, typical you

my turn to smile.

I knew you well

my soulmate.

No need togetherness

we shared ideals.

In heart and mind

I miss you.

©ChristineNedahlFebruary2018

Nature

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Wind howls

round chimneys

through trees

bends double

bare branches

silhouettes stark

sky backdrop

sun squeezes

light through

turbulent cloud

Winter rages

power forces

transitory win

Spring birthing.

©ChristineNedahlFebruary2018

Live and let love…

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Chloe looked horrified.

‘You mean you left him to fend for himself? With that woman?’

Tim shrugged.

‘You know what Gramp’s like. I wanted to make them a cuppa but he told me not to fuss.’

She gave an exasperated sigh and shook her head.

‘You shouldn’t have listened. You shouldn’t have left.’

‘Chlo, he’s getting old not losing his marbles.’

‘Are you sure about that?’

He stared at Chloe.

‘Yes, I am. You’re making him a dodderer. He likes Cassie and she likes him. Stop messing in their lives.’

‘What’ll happen to the house, his money?’

‘For God’s sake! I hope he lives long enough to spend all his dosh. And you know what, I hope he and Cas go ahead and tie the knot!’

Chloe’s mouth dropped.

‘Are they? Tying the knot?’

Tim smirked.

 

©ChristineNedahl23/01/2018

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My Past

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I search for likeness

over two hundred years.

There is kindness, warmth

a gentle smile.

You look well, countenance

not marred by labour in hell.

I place you

in homage to the past.

My past, my now,

children, grandchildren.

Carried forward you and me

to a future we won’t know.

I searched your life

to know your existence.

I learned but will never

understand the hardship, the toil.

You left a beloved land,

sailed to a new world.

Found friendship, love

life blessed through drudgery.

Handsome man unblemished

to my eye.

Inside made old

before your time.

I know you though I never did,

and I love you, my forebear.

©ChristineNedahlDecember2017