Give Give Give - and three little sonnets

Hey - see that in the sidebar?  At the top over there?  GIVE GIVE GIVE?  On Friday it was my third blogaversary and I am giving away a bunch of stuff.  Don't forget to comment, tweet and/or blog about it for an entry!!! 

Now for the words from my very young self. 

These two are on one page - dated again August 1987 - funny thing is that between the two sonnets I wrote, "Am I a poet or just a frustrated scribbler?"

I vote scribbler.

Are all the flowers gone

now that I am?

Are the autumn colors

faded?

Has the crisp air of December

turned to bitterness?

Or is the spring just

now blooming?

Darkness

floods the countryside.

A fire burns

but I cannot

reach the warmth

my companions supply.

This third one is on the facing page- however it has no date and the poems on the NEXT page were written in 1990...so I am not sure when I put this little sonnet down on paper.

Reaching

over the wall

Feeling

all of your warmth

Loving

is it you or me?

Where can it end

the wall, the warmth,

or with me...

I am guessing it was not too long after the other poems, but the ink is different so I cannot be certain.

Again these are all poems written before I was 25 so they are quite honestly a bunch of crap. 

And I am okay with that... ;P