Monday, 8 May 2017

NATURE'S JEWELS







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NATURE'S JEWELS

Softly, gently, they floated down
Shades of red and golden brown
Dancing, prancing, upon the breeze
Forming carpets with the greatest of ease.
This way, that way, over there
Till nowhere is a space to spare
Crunching, rustling beneath my feet
Piling upon the garden seat.
Crisp, fresh breezes touched my cheek
As if warmer places they did seek.
Winter can't be far away
When autumn leaves come down to play!

©Crissouli May 2007

Sunday, 7 May 2017

BUT FOR THE LOVE OF A CHILD






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BUT FOR THE LOVE OF A CHILD




Precious though it is
We take for granted
The love a child has to give.

We brush aside
Their tiny hurts and bruises
We do not see their quivering lips.

Other things take over
Adult worries multiply
Till all the world seems at war.

A child does see
Much more than you and I
For he can see the games we play.

He understands
When all seems blue
That it really isn’t so.

A little pat
A moistened smile,
The sky turns blue again… and all is well.

(c)Crissouli