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Showing posts with label sunlight. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sunlight. Show all posts

Friday, January 6, 2012

The First Snow Fall

The first snow falls
and the woods grow white
The mighty fir trees rise out
from blankets heaped high of snow
Their ever greens peaking through

Silence has fallen
Even the wind speaks in hush tones
Whistling through the trees

No creature is viable 
The only signs of life
small footprints traced
among the trees
Of some unseen force
That pranced lightly
here and there
Before fading in the dusk

Suns light filters through the cracks
Beams of light gleam off
snow covered towers
Sinking lower the colors shift to
oranges and pinks
That warm the cool landscape

As night moves in
Purples and midnight blues
Warping all in pale moons light
Turning forest greens into nights black
Snow glittering silver under the stars
Not so far away an owl cries
and night begins

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

The Night Flower Blooms at Midnight


Watch its petals of pearls as they
Slowly come to life
Each stirs softly unfurling
The fringes waking first
Stretch lavishly never moving
But still it creeps outward 
Each petal settling in its place
The Night Flower blooms at midnight
Turning slowly it faces the Moon
The Moons silvery beams  lighting
On dew encrusted petals gleaming in the night
Its heart reveled at last it settles with a sigh
Sunlights first touches fill the sky
Sun sparks fall on the Night Flower
It withers in the suns light
Its head is drooping low
Its petals singed they cascade 
In sorry circles to the ground
The night flower blooms at midnight
Then it is gone

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Sunflower

The Sun hung low
setting on the day
Standing in the rapture bliss of it golden rays
my only companion a sunflower
who also watched the dying rays
With joy that lingered still
As night slide softly over
Waiting in  jubilation for 
the rapture of the day

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Poet Meshugeh

Hear the noise
The children playing
The honk the screeching
Birds chirping, laughter
Poet sits in wasted room
With sea of paper looming tall
Ink splats soaking
The sunlight moving on
Poet sulks moodily
Draining his thoughts with pen
Wind thru open window sweeps
The sea becomes a fury
Circling the poet viciously
Cunning quick cutting deep
Poet sits
In ruin waste