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Janice Canerdy

Janice Canerdy is a retired high-school English teacher from Potts Camp, Mississippi. She has been writing for decades. Her poems have appeared in numerous publications, including Light, The Road Not Taken, The Lyric, Parody, Bitterroot,  Westward Quarterly, Lighten Up Online, Saturday Evening Post, and the contest journals of the Mississippi Society and the National Federation of State Poetry Societies. Her first book, Expressions of Faith (Christian Faith Publishing), was published in December 2016.



Our Days

The days come, then so quickly go.
They don’t slow down for anyone.
Like rivers, rough or smooth, they flow.

Life holds in store great joy and woe,
dark times and hours in the sun.
The days come, then so quickly go.

The more we live, the more we know
that days may bore, elate, or stun.
Like rivers, rough or smooth, they flow.

We plant our seeds and pray they grow
before our time on Earth is done.
The days come, then so quickly go.

Some days we struggle, sloth in tow;
Some days we take the ball and run.
Like rivers, rough or smooth, they flow.
           
Our every high and every low
make up our stories time has spun.
The days come, then so quickly go.
Like rivers, rough or smooth, they flow.



Spring Sensations
           
It’s here—sweet long-awaited spring.
New blooms smell lovely; skies are blue.
The trilling birds are on the wing.
Earth has awakened; life is new.

New blooms smell lovely; skies are blue.
Kids dash outside to have a fling.
Earth has awakened; life is new.
This time exudes a unique zing.

Kids dash outside to have a fling.
The joys of spring seem overdue.
This time exudes a unique zing.
Who could resist the springtime view?

The joys of spring seem overdue
for those who love what warm days bring.        
Who could resist a springtime view
when not just birds but people sing?

For those who love what warm days bring,
the trilling birds are on the wing
when not just birds but people sing.
It’s here—sweet long-awaited spring



Cold Weather Joys

November comes with colder air,
frost glistening, Thanksgiving fare,
bright asters, pumpkins, juicy plums.
With colder air, November comes.

December’s here with plans in tow
for Christmas feasts, tree lights that glow,
cantatas, carols, fireside cheer.
With plans in tow, December’s here.

On New Year’s Day, I celebrate.
Like others, I anticipate
great blessings. I rejoice and pray.
I celebrate on New Year’s Day.

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