"A Dance to the Music of Time" by Nicolas Poussin‘Time (for Children)’ and Other Poetry by Joe Tessitore The Society February 14, 2017 Beauty, Children's, Poetry 3 Comments Time (for Children) Time flies, as everyone knows and time marches on, as the saying goes and time will stand still now and then when we wish but does time ever swim for fish? And does it swing from the trees for monkeys? And does it leap over logs for frogs? And if you’re trying to understand I bet you have way too much time on your hands and you really should be doing your homework The Winter’s First Snow A weathered grey tug with a great barge in tow makes its’ way up the Hudson, dead ahead slow As a blustery day churns a chop on the river and cold, salty spray leaves her deck hands a-shiver The icy winds blow; ever north does she sail as the winter’s first snow turns to sleet and to hail From our window we watch as she heads on her way; push the heat up a notch on this cold winter’s day The Weeping Willow The weeping willow bowed her head so none could see the tears she shed nor ascertain just why she wept nor share the hidden pain she kept Then on a blanket spread beneath a mother wove a willow wreath and gave it to her little child and then the weeping willow smiled The Seasons Tulip blossoms in the snow the seasons come and so they go like clouds beneath the moon In silence they go drifting past and as they do their shadows cast such beauty, gone so soon Joe Tessitore is a retired New York City resident and poet. Related Post ‘When I Speak of History’ by Leonard Dabydeen When I speak of history I speak well; I leave behind the past where broken bones Lay scattered on blistering sands to tell Of atrocities that are m... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 3 Responses JOSEPH B QUINTANILLA February 14, 2017 Such vivid imagery. Reply Joe Tessitore February 14, 2017 Thank you. Reply Satyananda Sarangi August 20, 2017 Hello, greetings! Every time that I come back to read these poems (I had read once earlier), the flying images captivate me. Too good 🙂 Looking forward to reading more of your poems and I loved ‘Two Mourning Doves’. Regards & Best wishes Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.