Mildred Rex-Snyder

Fort Wayne, Indiana

Distinguished member International Society of Poets. Published in many anthologies including "Best Poems of the 90s" and "Best Poems of 1997". Music is my first love and my family includes musicians, artists and poets. Learn to laugh at yourself, it will make you and everyone else feel better. You can't relive yesterday or prelive tomorrow so make today a special one to remember.

Retrospect

I see beyond the walnut frame that surrounds my grandma's house
The artist left her magic on the old gray clapboard house
Brushmarks on the raised oil paint create their magic still
I can touch the red tomatoes ripening on the window sill
Inside the outside cellar door I can see the murky light
And feel the gentle softness that was like a summer night
As I look inside the kitchen door there's the salt crock blue on blue
It now sets in my kitchen among the things so new
A million dollars couldn't buy the wonders I recall
As I look into the picture that hangs upon my wall

Snowfall

The first snowflakes fell outside today
Fluttering down like the finest of fleece
Remember the story you used to be told
Mother Carye is picking her geese
They cover the ground left stark and bare
For late fall was in the air
The landscape around was dark and gray
As if God had forgotten to care
Then this wonderful happening changed everything
As the fleecy flakes fell through the air
In millions of intricate forms and shapes
Leaving beauty everywhere

Incredibility

Like snowflakes with their infinite forms and shapes
So are all people of the human race
In varied colors each with special face
The epitome of things that fascinate