Stress Free Poetry

When I consider every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment, That this huge stage presented nought but shows Whereon the stars in secret influence comment; When I perceive that men as plants increase, Cheered and cheque’d even by the self-same sky, Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, And wear their brave state out of memory; Then the conceit of this inconstant stay Sets you most rich in youth before my sight, Where wasteful Time debate-th with Decay, To change your day of youth to sullied night;      And all in war with Time for love of you,      As he takes from you, I en-graft you new. By ( William Shakespeare )

Layered with violet clouds  Light blue sky above the clouds  Pure, beautiful, desolate  No wind,  The black limbs stand still, waiting  Waiting for the dawn of a new day  The end of the weight  The heaviness of the past being lifted  The heart that retreated, ready to burst open  Welcome in love, acceptance, warmth  Become willing to embrace a new life  The winter of my discontent receding By (Lisa Hecmanczuk)