Ducks In A Row

Sometimes the puzzle’s just too hard,

The pieces won’t all go.

No matter how hard I might try

My ducks aren’t in a row.

I wave my arms and circle fast

With nothing much to show

Because, no matter how I rush,

My ducks aren’t in a row.

My sweat and tears just get me wet,

The garden still won’t grow.

 No matter how hard I might work

My ducks aren’t in a row.

And so I’m giving duck wrangling

A big, hearty heave ho,

For life is about so much more

Than ducks all in a row!

The Mists of Winter

When all the world is swathed in mist,

Though dawn’s well lost to day,

The bitter chill still streaks the air

For winter’s on its way.

When all the song birds of the sky

Are hiding in deep boughs

Of slumbering trees, cloaked in mist,

That sunlight cannot rouse.

When darkness wraps its chilly hands

Around the sun in flight

And hurries it down from the sky,

Reclaiming it for night,

Then it’s too late to curse the cold,

For winter time is here;

And with it comes the mist that shrouds

The dark half of the year.

Cloudy Night

She loved to see the little stars

That lit the winter sky,

Each night she’d count them, one by one,

As they went flitting by.

So when the night was wrapped in clouds

That hid each twinkling star,

She wept because she could not see

Them shining from afar.

But when the moon peeked out to see

What her tears were about,

She realized the clouds would melt

And her stars come back out.