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Spring Landscape, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Spring Landscape

Outside the window
Is a dissimilar world
Of white and tense gray.
Absent the sun’s warming glow
The tired snow remains unfurled.
Waiting and wanting
For the water to set free
As it is now spring.
Many colors will it bring
And will put leaves on each tree.
Every day I watch
Praying for the warmth to come
Quickly to my place
So I do not see a swatch.
To see the ground will be awesome.
My drab winter coat
Is now stored in the closet.
The sky is bright blue.
Out of storage comes the boat
There is music in my strut.

More Friend than Foe, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz


Wheat Fields, Jacob van Ruisdael (c. 1670)


More Friend than Foe, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Looking out to the sky you caught my eye,
Ominous for sure, you’re not at all shy.
Not the least caring if I live or die,
A very dangerous craft you do ply.

Be it your desire you can start a fire,
At the moment next cause it to expire.
Or in a single flash devour any spire,
And I for one will not provoke your ire.

All rather feel the gentler side of you.
You helping with our gardens to renew,
Not much caring if it be impromptu,
And pray your help will always continue.

Angering clouds can be distasteful pain,
But to wish departure would be insane.



Clouds, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Church Frederic-Twilight in the wilderness 1860

Frederic Church, Twilight in the Wilderness (1860)


Clouds, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Clouds of many shades of gray rushing by,
To neither church nor meeting do they fly.
They look so sad wonder if soon they’ll cry.
Should I care if they cover my blue sky?

Peering seeing faces that I once knew,
Passing silently by, all in a queue.
Why at this moment I have not a clue,
Are they all with thoughts attempting to spew?

First lightening then the thunder did come.
Then heavy down pouring of tears from some.
Wet by their many tears, I stood there numb,
Do they portend of what I may become?

Warnings of life every day we receive,
The challenge remains of which to believe.