Rain Song

Softly singing, falls the rain,

Upon the changing earth.
The autumn is well under way,
Winter begins its birth.  
It’s good to hear the rains again,
I missed their rhythmic song.
But I knew, when they left in spring,
They’d not be gone for long.

The Itch

I have this itch I cannot scratch,

However hard I’ve tried.
It seems that, though I reach for it,
Relief is still denied.
 
I’ve twisted and I’ve turned about,
And still it’s out of reach.
If I can’t scratch that itch real soon
I’ll break right down and screech!!!
 
So, if you can, please lend a hand
And scratch that itch for me.
If you could reach that spot right there…
How grateful I would be.

Between Safe and The Dream

There is no dream too big for her,

Though she still clings in fear
To that which she has known as safe
For many a long year.
 
Yet still, she’s starting to reach out
To all she longs to see
And someday she’ll let go and leap,
Reaching for what may be!

Last Ones Standing

Last ones standing at the end of the world

Around their feet the darkness lies curled
The mists of eternity, grey and whorled,
Slowly devour the last of the world

Lost Dreams

She had such dreams when she was young,

The things she planned to do,
But now those dreams are fading fast.
Her life is nearly through.
 
There, cast aside, forgotten, lost,
She weeps for what was not.
There’s nothing she can cling to now,
But dreams that she forgot.

Hungry Hummers

A Little Prayer

Then, in his joy, he paused to pray
And thank The Lord for this sweet day,
For all the blessings sent his way;
Like the soft breeze on which to play,
The blossoms where the nectar lay,
And someplace safe to hide away.
For all those things, he paused to pray,
Then flew off to enjoy the day!