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Saturday, December 18, 2010

Fields of Frozen Glass

Mist surrounds a deep dark moon;
Below leaves of innocence lie quiet—
shadows revealing untold secrets
faded within roots
of guilt.

Colours turn softly as our world
turns itself back.
Each moment ticking by
transports us slowly
to an ice-enchanted place
of wonder— barren
where none guilty
of inhumanity
shall reign.

All past is void;
only ice-aged fields
of frozen glass-
shall remain.

—Michele Cameron Drew

Monday, May 04, 2009

Spring's Solicitude

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With winter's icy breath fleeting,

Spring's solicitude brushes,

Divine nectarous orchards,

With an ambiance of color.

Softly she summons,

The sweetest of blossoms,

To deliver the fruit,

Of summer ambrosia.

-Michele Cameron Drew

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Winter Wind

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As winter wind it creaks and moans
Whipping o'er the world so cold
As brittle as some ancient bones
This age old story's been foretold

Whipping o'er the world so cold
Spellbound spirits lost in time
As brittle as some ancient bones
Fermented long as vintage wine

Spellbound spirits lost in time
Haunting us, lost in the night
Fermented long as vintage wine
We must bring them into the light

Haunting us, lost in the night
As brittle as some ancient bones
We must bring them into the light
As winter wind it creaks and moans

-Michele Cameron Drew

Thursday, February 05, 2009

Sonnet XIII

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This morning as I walked along the road,
The winter’s shadow hung about the air;
And casted out its gloom. It was so cold;
But yesterday was spring like and so fair.

A flock of geese I watched the other day,
Perplexed they were as sure as I could tell;
Disoriented like they’d lost their way.
They soared in circles until evening fell.

What have we done to our sweet Mother Earth;
With our excessiveness and sins of greed?
And now that we’ve created this great dearth;
What will we do to rectify our deed?

We must act now before it is too late.
I hope we haven’t sealed our children's fate.

-Michele Cameron Drew

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Hope for Springtime(Sonnets X & XI)

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Though some may think her heart encased in stone,
It's really soft and gentle as a lamb,
It seemed to have become a lifetime plan,
This searching for someone to share its home.
How often she would hate to face the day,
Without a special someone there to hold,
She thought she had it once or twice, but nay,
Her once warm heart had since grown rather cold.

'Til recently she met a special friend,
Who brightens even darkest of her days,
Upon who's loving ear she can depend,
Who listens to her heart along the way.
Although it may not ever come to more,
He'll always be someone that she adores.

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With kind and gentle words he touched her soul,
Which opened up a door that long was closed.
Her inspiration flowed deeply in prose,
That suddenly her heart could not control.
Upon white parchment filling up each page,
Her words of brilliant beauty poured from pen,
Her glow returned to where it once had been
And wonder in her eyes defied her age.

With shining pools of azure in her mind,
Is often how she wakes in morning bright.
Although she'd hoped, she never thought she'd find,
Someone again who shared her love and light.
Now as we pass from winter's cold and snow,
She hopes that in the springtime love will grow.

—Michele Cameron Drew