It’s so strange

Saturday’s Poem A Day Challenge was to write a “strange” poem.

 

Strange by Beth Henary Watson

As I get older, it seems strange
That the winter falls much colder,
My lap blanket ever warmer
As I sip my peppermint tea.

When I venture outside the leaves
Scrape-dance against the pavement
Louder than they did in past ears;
Strange, given my faded hearing.

 

Dream by Adrianne Cook

I had a strange dream
Last night.
The clock,
Adorned with scrolls and
Cherubs,
The symbol of my husbands childhood,
Broken,
Shattered.
Chimes rise from the ashes.

What does it mean?

 

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