Apocalyptic, swirling mist,
Casting forth its blight,
Camouflaging daytime hours,
Threatening the night.
Consuming images, closing in,
Engulfing distant dreams,
Suffocating every view,
Sketching every scene.
Lay me down on a blanket of white,
Where tears are frozen and eyes shut tight.
Feeling the tingle from cool, crisp sheets,
Drifting down, silently, piece by piece.
A magical palace, where earth blends with sky,
And freezing stars glisten, remotely, on high.
A calming, clear bitterness, fashioned from ice,
Where crystal, laced petals shine bright, to entice.
Just as the Springtime raises its head,
Draws back the curtain, and leaps out of bed,
An icy cool blast creeps up slyly behind her,
With a churlish grin, as a callous reminder.
“It’s only April, you know my cruel powers,
I’ll bring forth high winds & colder, sharp showers,
I’ll sprinkle some sun, blow some gentle warm breezes,
But my changeable nature may leave you with sneezes!
The Day Says Goodnight
The day gets ready to say goodnight.
It just gives in, there’s no big fight.
The waxing Moon has raised its head,
The sun is drifting down to bed.
Wild birds sing the day goodbye,
Raptors soar, with one last cry.
They’ve had their supper, it’s time to roost,
As the river swells, bulging, from rainfalls boost.
Bitter, wild wind,
You claw at my face,
Your power so hungry,
Your calmness misplaced.
I thought I heard thunder,
Rage through the trees,
As gusts trespassed, racing,
With icy cold freeze.
The sky is a monster,
Of battles to come,
Thrust crystalline needles,
Extremities numb!
A snow blasting blizzard,
A skirmish of storms,
Hoping for change,
For the scene to transform.
One Step
What does it feel like to step on a cloud,
Treading soft, fluffy pillows without any sound?
Can you perceive how to float up on high,
Fast orbit the moon & fly through the sky?
What sort of magic spell sets you so free,
To dance with the raindrops & capture the breeze?
