A HINT OF SNOW

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A hint of snow upon the peaks
Brings to my mind the peace we seek,
A place of sanctuary, high,
More lofty than the blue of sky.

I hold to hope within the morn,
With every garland you adorn,
That love will come to each one day,
And spirit sorrow’s songs away.

It is wish simple, here for me,
To share my shelter, make you tea,
Brave every storm, and hold your gaze,
Bask in the other’s life, ablaze

Until light fades from each mind’s eye,
Our ash be scattered when we die,
A hint of snow upon the peaks,
To share, forever, peace we seek.

Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2016

O CANDLE, STIR

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This night is lit with candle’s flame
That draws and leads the weary souls
Who’ve lost their way, and others, same,
That yearn a hope beyond their woes.

Yet light I burn this eve is new,
Sweet bell that sings in constancy,
A heart that stays forever true,
As bouy listing ‘pon the sea

To mark and guide swift sail to port.
O candle, stir like flame in she!
Light heavens with a sharp report
And bear my lover’s course to me.

Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2016

BELONG

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The pines had an effect that day
I journeyed down a lonely way.
The silence wrapped me as a shawl
Against the crispness of the fall.

A stream gave trickle, spring too far
To give it strength, it under par;
Yet it was clear with clarity
That helped me see more than most see.

A squirrel, red, jumping tree to tree,
Chattered rebuke to dogs and me
As if I didn’t quite belong
In forest, nor have what I longed.

But it was pines that pierced my eye,
And took away my every sigh;
They blazed with yellows and with golds
That comfort those who have grown old.

There, in deep loneliness of woods,
I stumbled on what I — lone— could.
I’d never grasped it if with one,
Nor seen its glory, blaze of sun.

Yes, I belonged— as one with tree,
With squirrel, with fall, with you, with me.
There came a comfort in it all
That made me stand a bit more tall.

Alone is not the same, you see,
As loneliness, if we’re as free
As fall, as winter, summer, spring,
The freedom that such silence brings

That makes man live as one with earth
And lends to him a greater worth.

Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2016

YOU ARE

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You are as the sun rising on the mountains,
Crisp, clear, as sharp as fall’s first morn,
As trumpet’s height and heaven’s horn
Beside bold ridge that holds hope, while wishes rain,
As pearl-like petals drop, the earth to warm.

Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2017

WINTER WRAP

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In life we find one tender heart to help us cope,
That hinge which hangs upon a thread, that strand of rope,
That winter wrap which gives each day a warmer hope,
The friend to weather storm and peace alike.

He loved her from a distance and admired the peak,
That summit at the end of life a man will seek,
Perhaps too brash, perhaps too strong, yet I think weak,
For men as he see promise in its height.

She feigned she did not notice, but her heart was torn
Between a sea of sorrow and the hint of morn,
But there beyond beginnings lay two souls so worn
They could not reach to rally, stripped of might.

Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2017

leap

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i stand on edge of earth
and lean to future,
both heels in past,
a faith more lost
than leap.

Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2016

WINTER’S STING

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Skies bring winter’s sting,
Taking down most anything
Built by soil and state.
It shall not be late.

Cool is earth and air,
Crawling, coiling, laying there,
Panting toward its date.
It shall not be late.

Love and longing lift,
Mend the tear and wrap the rift
Fit for fire by fate.
It shall not be late.

Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2017