Stop me if you dare!
Cries the flame against the wind,
It is my end goal,
To be more than a flicker,
Against the darkest of times.
Tag: weather
Do not fret drizzle
Or be bothered by cold drops
Ignore howling wind
Instead focus on rainbows
And how many will appear
This peaceful moment:
You, me, and the sound of rain.
A soft percussion,
Dropping bubbly brook beats,
That crescendos rapidly.
Refreshing shower,
Gives way to clear blue,
Framed by warm white clouds,
This must be what a painter
Feels after the final stroke.
A soft whisper drifts,
Upon a sunbeam filtered,
Through the window slats –
“Sharpen the pencil and mind,
Poetry month has arrived.”
What fair wind is this?
Crisp and sweet without a kiss-
From Winter’s white lips.
Could it be that Spring has sprung?
As was promised in Autumn?
Golden sunset shines
Through pea-sized water droplets
Crystalline clear
Trailing a fuzzy rainbow
Where one would expect shadow
Out my window I see
The season playing with me
Calling me a fool
“You think it to be Spring time?”
Mocks the north wind, “Give them hail!”
Such rhythms today!
Clouded skies crying to clear,
Blue so breathtaking,
Even The Sun was in awe!
Flush as a cherry in bloom.
Deceptive sunlight,
Filters between vibrant green,
Neon in color!
But a breeze will cool the skin
Beware Winter’s last caress.