Winter’s Near Decline… by Toni L.A. Cross

 

A chill runs down my spine

Blue and white combine

The ice is crystal fine

In a melting line

Hanging from a pine

I take it as a sign

Of winter’s near decline

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The Human Heart… by Toni L.A. Cross

Muscle moving

 By sheer will

The heart endures

Twice its fill

Lone and braving

The dark night

The heart dreams of

Morning’s light

Titan of the

Mortal’s frame

Onward blaze and

Never tame

weep til you sleep…by Toni L.A. Cross

 

cry

cry

til you no more weep

 

fall

fall

into my keep

 

into

into

a motionless heap

 

muted

muted

don’t make a peep

 

sleep

sleep

sunk down deep

 

The Honey of the Sun: A Pantoum Poem by Toni Cross

 
drink the honey of the sun
drink deep until the day is done
be drunk with light
into the night
drink deep until the day is done
of golden wine, my bonny one
 into the night
you will shine bright
with golden wine, my bonny one
be drunk with light
you will shine bright
drink the honey of the sun