Winter Rest

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Cezanne

a flight from sensibility
a rapid demise of reason
departure from my many ways
that leave me this stark this season

upon landscape in tarnished brown
settles winter’s quiet way
soon the nadir of sunlit journey
the peaceful shortest day

where do I in my mind go
a quest of contented bliss
greet in joy O wintertime
a time for somber remiss

days soon depart from winter’s hold
as springtime taps on door
and resting now in candle light
God’s love certain evermore.

(c) 2017 Rick Stassi

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bitterness

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Pablo Picasso

Lost often in days I’ve wrought,
trembling and bound in veiled knot.
The morning relieves a dreadful night,
as warming comes in hopeful light.

Should I in weakness stride anew?
Or pity failing in harboring dew.
This lack that wreaks on endless walk,
grasping for more than fruitless talk.

I dislike my downturn from certain way,
to languish as some restless prey.
The peace that comes on dove’s soft wing,
is the peace I seek in everything.

(c) rick stassi

Solace

van_goghO, those ways of drawing
curious and inquisitive
thoughts from deep
within my hopeful mind;
I cower in the forward
and steep in the grace
of the backward.
Where is now and how
do I anchor this
vessel on present moorings
to really see life in
three phases:
with tomorrow
hovering and yesterday’s
covering and today
marking step in steady
pace for true solace.

rick

Autumn

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Loriann Signor

Upon the face of newer times
the elaborate losing sway
settled in to ocher tones
diminishing  harshness fray.

The failing of ancient thoughts
Quiet days taking hold
The journey paused in fog-shroud paths
just happily growing old.

Now is Autumn in solemn gaze
no slowness in despair
to let the Lord above me now
ponder my affair

-Rick