* My Twighlight Time*

Poem By Theodora (Theo) Onken

'Cross the Green of yesteryear, tears~
Comes a gradual ripening of seed~
It cloisters itself, in the valleys deep~
Amongst the fertile sod, it feeds....

Encircled by a range of Mountains~
Frosted themselves, with past snow~
Left o'er icy topping's~
Shining now, in the Green May, We Know!

The snow has been there, a while~
Or at least, since November fourteen~
When the last, of premature snow fell~
Upon the Mountains and Valleys once Green!

November, now remembered, for its most icy womb~
While May, for the ice, melting itself away~
And an opening, to a Civilization Of Beauty~
As, the Seeds Of Goodness, They Bloom In Our Hearts Today!

Comments about * My Twighlight Time*

Thank You dear Andy, Frank and Lily, your words are so very kind and generous. In a world so filled with too much hate, i can always come here and find kindness! Blessings to you all, Theo
Beautiful picture you paint Theodora, I can imagine the scene...10


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