Biggus
05-19-2011, 04:23 PM
EERIE MISTS
Eerie mists of the dawn
Hug the land like a cloak
Till they melt away
FLAKES OF GOLD
Dancing on the breeze
Magical flakes of gold
Tell the autumn tale
JACK FROST
On the north winds edge
Jack Frost rides the icy crest
And winter follows
FATHER FROST
Father Frost, with icy fingers
Holds winter in his frozen grasp
And spreads it wide across the land
Till it wears his thick winter cloak
NORTH WIND
The north wind blows in
Leaving winter in its wake
Till spring reawakens
WINTERS GRIP
The snow has settled on us
Like a shroud.
Each day growing deeper
Silence fills the emptiness of the landscape
But for the ghostly sound of the wind
High in the tree tops
The meadows and fields have vanished
The river flows mute beneath the ice
The next valley is unreachable
The mountains as unattainable as the Moon
But soon spring will release the land
From its icy captor
And the winter we be no more
Than remembered conversations
Beside the roaring hearth
PINK CONFETTI
Dancing on the breeze
Cherry blossom pink confetti
Tells the spring tale
EARLY MORN
Stepping into the garden,
The wet grass beneath my feet
Everywhere fresh with morning dew
The air honeysuckle sweet
The dew drops glistening,
The sunlight weakly warming
It’s so good to be alive
At the dawn of another morning
LINGERING AUTUMN
In the forest,
The skeletal trees
Herald winters imminent approach
But for now
The autumn lingers
But the fruiting brambles bushes
Will soon feel winters icy fingers
On the leaf carpeted floor
Life continues
And the forest creatures
Go about their work
For today it is still autumn
And tomorrow is another day
SUMMER RAIN
It rained an hour ago
Short and sharp
Now in its wake
The air is clean, fresh
Summers rich scent
Heavy in the evening air
And from the tree tops
Moving gently in the breeze
Undelivered rain drops fall
Like a maidens tears
Eerie mists of the dawn
Hug the land like a cloak
Till they melt away
FLAKES OF GOLD
Dancing on the breeze
Magical flakes of gold
Tell the autumn tale
JACK FROST
On the north winds edge
Jack Frost rides the icy crest
And winter follows
FATHER FROST
Father Frost, with icy fingers
Holds winter in his frozen grasp
And spreads it wide across the land
Till it wears his thick winter cloak
NORTH WIND
The north wind blows in
Leaving winter in its wake
Till spring reawakens
WINTERS GRIP
The snow has settled on us
Like a shroud.
Each day growing deeper
Silence fills the emptiness of the landscape
But for the ghostly sound of the wind
High in the tree tops
The meadows and fields have vanished
The river flows mute beneath the ice
The next valley is unreachable
The mountains as unattainable as the Moon
But soon spring will release the land
From its icy captor
And the winter we be no more
Than remembered conversations
Beside the roaring hearth
PINK CONFETTI
Dancing on the breeze
Cherry blossom pink confetti
Tells the spring tale
EARLY MORN
Stepping into the garden,
The wet grass beneath my feet
Everywhere fresh with morning dew
The air honeysuckle sweet
The dew drops glistening,
The sunlight weakly warming
It’s so good to be alive
At the dawn of another morning
LINGERING AUTUMN
In the forest,
The skeletal trees
Herald winters imminent approach
But for now
The autumn lingers
But the fruiting brambles bushes
Will soon feel winters icy fingers
On the leaf carpeted floor
Life continues
And the forest creatures
Go about their work
For today it is still autumn
And tomorrow is another day
SUMMER RAIN
It rained an hour ago
Short and sharp
Now in its wake
The air is clean, fresh
Summers rich scent
Heavy in the evening air
And from the tree tops
Moving gently in the breeze
Undelivered rain drops fall
Like a maidens tears