Whispers

Summer is leaving

The sounds the smells the landscape

Whisper of Autumn

Washing

Tears clean our windshields

Clearing away the clutter

Behind the minds eye

 

Important

Rain is important

Without it all living things

Would wither and die.

Old Friends..

 

There’s some old friends of mine
that’s been tucked in the ground
Sleeping through winter
Out of sight out of  sound.
One by one they say Hello
Just like a faithful loyal friend
They come and stay then one day
Go back to sleep again…
What gets me through winter
Is thinking of them
And how I can’t wait
To see them again..
From Spring into summer
Through Autumn (winter POO)
I love getting a visit
from old friends don’t you? 

Poetry x’s 3

Somewhere along life’s time
Poetry lost its will to rhyme
Short and sweet today will do
Little poems called haiku
Like
Three tiny lines that
Is seventeen syllables
With nature intwined
Yet
Free verse is
A poem
That needs
No rules
Or rhyme
Words flow
On blank paper
Thoughts
Dressed up
In
Ink

The rain game

I think mother nature

Likes playing a game

With who does or doesn’t

Want it to rain..

It seems when we need it

It’s kept well at bay

But if we don’t want it

It won’t go away..

Too much or too little

It’s all one the same

When mother nature

Plays her rain game.

 

 

 

 

Dues

I thought that time

Would change everything

“Just get me through  winter

And the  slow melt to spring!”

I made plans for summer

To spend time in the sun..

But somehow I’d forgotten

What don’t make summer fun..

I thought summer the answer

To winter dues paid

With  Bare feet in the grass

Hanging out in the shade..

How did I forget things

Like bugs bugging me,

And the way summer flowers

Always makes me sneeze..

What made me think that

I’d spend time in the shade

I forgot about heat waves

And summer  dues to be paid..

Now here it is summer

(I’m inside all day)

Wishing the heat waves

Would just go away..