Sky

Way up there in the endless blackOf night and spaceThere is no lackof glittering lightThat shines -Speckles in the endless nightSome that shoot across the skyWay on highLike dragons dartingHopes that flyCarrying wishes within their streamsA fuel for dreams.There's magic there - way aboveWhen sun is gone and darkness’ gloveTakes hold of all and hides from viewThe day, the world in usual hueAnd so they carry upon their courseThe dreams and wishes like mystical horseThose stars above that bless the worldNew horizons now unfurledAnd so we look for magic to seekTo break on through the cold and bleakAnd light the way for birth of dreamsFor in the stars it's not as it seems.M. J. Fraser

Yesterday

MJ Fraser Yesterday brings today Like the night brings the moon Like the break of dawn brings the sun There's nowhere to run Yesterday has been and gone Talked about or sung in song Right or wrong Today is here Filled with burning, filled with fear To long for yesterday, a crackling ache A new day dawned, supposed to make For what has been, can only break Look ahead for sanity’s sake But tomorrow has yet to arrive Although indomitable, one does strive Step by step, relentless time Captured words and passable rhyme Tomorrow comes, but with what speed Always long, insatiable greed For today has come from days gone by Regardless of how or questions why But bring tomorrow, it's up ahead The food for though, life's true bread No matter what's been done or said Bring tomorrow here instead.

Fire

M. J. Fraser Across the sky the flames shoot high Dashing by with thunderous roll To capture the soul Amidst the cloud The crashing loud Upon the earth below As lightning crackles, a jagged flow The storm roams Above trees and homes And there, upon horizon's edge On the very ledge The flames rise Towards the skies From which they were born

November chill

In November chill, eighty years ago,

You took your place where the wild wonds blow.

Among the pine and cypress, strong and tall,

Like elders root you've weathered them all.

Owls whisper wisdom, and ravens sing lore,

While falcons sore high, searching for more.

Auburn leaves dance in a timeless embrace,

As your spirit shines as a beacon of grace.

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November's Glow

In November's Glow, you took your stand,

Eighty years of wisdom, a gentle hand.

From matzo ball soup to pasta's embrace,

In your kitchen, I found my sacred place.

You wove me of threads of your love so bright,

Jewish heart, Italian dreams took flight.

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