One Last Hug

And as the sun bids day farewell

To settle into night
It wraps the world in one last hug
Of fierce, prismatic light

Rusting Irony

You labored neath a burning sun,

Despite the dirt and dust,
To mow the fields, so over grown,
Where you now sit and rust.

How vain the efforts of your life,

As ironies abound;
The grass you strove to keep well mowed
Flourishes all around.

Yet, still you rest there, in the field,
Surveying, mile on mile,
The pastures of your labors past
As grass grows all the while.

Autumn Approaches

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Whispers of the coming fall

Rustle in the leaves
Dying colors sweep the ground
Huddling in the eaves

Say good-bye to summer’s warmth

Autumn’s on its way
Shades of mist and dreariness
Color each new day

Days are growing shorter now
Stronger grows the night
The cold moon claims heavens throne
From sun’s feeble light

Oh yes, autumn’s on its way

Summer’s grip slips fast
Trees shed leaves like memories
All is lost at last

A Quick Glimpse: Belted Kingfisher

 

Foreboding

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I feel an ominous sense of despair,

As if my whole world might explode.
Something is wrong, some darkness is looming;
I fear what all it may forebode.
The air that I breathe is holding me down;
I want to scream, I want to run.
But I can’t move, I’m trapped in this place
And all that I do’s been undone.

Oh please let me wake, it must be a dream,

Reality can’t be this bad.
How can I wake from a dream I’m not in?
If it’s real then I may go mad!

Longing to Fly

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When the sunlight litters the sea

With diamonds that spilled from the sky,
I spread my wings with joyous heart;
Even my shadow longs to fly.

Rising Up