TIME ZONES FOR JANUARY
MARK GRAHAM
We smile into the New Year
One day of peace however deceased.
For somewhere, a car bomb explodes
And January, soon shall leave us too.
But tonight, the clocks will ring her in
With champagne and joyous shouts
From each and every time zone.
As family, we all take pictures just to embrace
The ones who promise too never leave us alone.
׆Happy New Year!׆
The world cheers on
For that is all we can do
Because next month she will be gone.
A FIRE IN FEBURARY
MARK GRAHAM
Two youths once silently sleeping
Now portray history
As a day of unexplainable sadness.
Offering sad and pleading eyes to our fire departments
I wonder now do they still cry?
For as heroes are made
Are they soon forgotten
To change the February months
Into the cold dismay?
To anyone else
It may be just another day.
But if you’re forgotten my brothers,
I Remember,
God remembers
And He will never forget
Or be that light to brighten your way.
(This poem is dedicated to Wendell
and our fire departments across America)
THE ARIES WIND
MARK GRAHAM
He smiles gracefully
Yet stout
For though he is the Aries Wind
I believe he is my friend.
He smiles gracefully
Yet shouts
To the March wind blowing
All about
Bringing us the first day of spring,
For as the children sing
He smiles gracefully.
APRIL
MARK GRAHAM
April brings to us
The budding of the trees and flowers
As the water smells so fresh,
Upon the lawns and parks
April smiles to the windy breeze
Gently blowing in her golden hair.
She dances far from the seasonal freeze
As she kisses nature so gentle and fair.
THE FLOWERS OF MAY
MARK GRAHAM
Can you smell the flowers of May
Upon the brows of sweet children
Can you see how it brightens the day
Upon the smiles of our aged
Walk through a garden
And smile at the youths in love
The flowers of may
Has planned our way
As they brought from above
THE BEGINNING OF SUMMER
MARK GRAHAM
Summer is here
And the beach beckons us to now surf her wind and waves
Let all peoples gather round the sands
To follow each day to it’s end
For our mysterious June that saves
For now you know she knows
We understand
Her silent and precious ways
She and I are dancing to the tune
Of the soon to be mid summers sun
For every smile within us all
Is surly meant for everyone.
JULY DOES NOT CRY
MARK GRAHAM
July, she does not cry,
For all the passersby.
She lifts her head and says,
׆I’ll see you next year׆
And then silently,
Like a gentle wind blown away
She suddenly flies
Like a giant bird over the horizon.
AN EARLY AUGUST HARVEST
MARK GRAHAM
The fires burned in the valleys
As the vagabonds in the city
Made quick to move from the alleys.
׆A treacherous winter we are going to have.
Can’t you see the geese flying early׆?
They tell me as they scatter about like comedians.
We are having an early august harvest
For all the birds they tell us so.
They are all now flying north
To their views of a better wind.
SEPTEMBERS POEM
MARK GRAHAM
On the countrysides
The Farmers farm
The harvest time is near
And the difference of the moon
She will soon be here
As the leaves gently fall
Upon the city walk
Women are cooking pumpkin bread
As the old folks chat and talk
Leaves that fall
Are golden and brown
As children are jumping for September’s autumn now
In every pretty town
A POEM FOR OCTOBER
MARK GRAHAM
Witches do fly you know
And a ghost will haunt you.
October is sure to go
As the pumpkin faces whither
A vampire will stay hidden in his castle
That is true.
But on a night in October
He just may like to meet you
For Halloween gathers
And the old ones dance
To celebrate the dead
And an old romance
THANKSGIVING DAY IN AMERICA
MARK GRAHAM
Are you coming for thanksgiving?
We can drink.
We can laugh.
We can fight
And then, we can say,
׆Hope to see you next NovemberÉ
We’re truly thankful that you came.
But please,
Next year
Don’t leave potatos hanging on the doors and the walls.
You’re not the one who has to clean these blasted walls.׆
SNOW IN DECEMBER
MARK GRAHAM
Forever now
Is the time to realize our love
The snow is falling from the sky above
Nativity lights
With the street lamps glow
Scented candles for the night
Reflect the warmth of the winter snow
Embrace the city with the angels who gather
Jesus in the cradle for Decembers weather
Is the winter season
Who arrives without reason
There are faces on the screen
And plane rides wishing for a new machine
From our dreaming sweet Santa
Good bye New York
Today it’s Atlanta
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