The early morning sun
Glints on the ambling
stream
Where the Kingfisher
hunts
And lovers go to dream
The early morning sun
Glints on the ambling
stream
Where the Kingfisher
hunts
And lovers go to dream
The snowflakes drift upon the wind
And settle on the
windowsill
But also on the winter
winds
Comes the sting of
winters chill
In the sunlight it flatters to deceive
But don’t be fooled by
its calm exterior
For beneath the
welcoming surface
You will succumb to
its true nature
Its lures you into a
false sense of security
Its intent is to drag
you to its depths
Sap your strength,
every ounce of energy
And squeeze from your
body every breath
She will let you
surface for a breath
Then drag you down
again out of reach
Then when she has
toyed with you enough
She dumps you lifeless
on the beach
Long lazy summer days
Collecting shells along the shore
Long lazy childhood days
I wish them back once more
Wildflowers in the meadow
The lark up in the sky
The days are long and
languid
The land is warm and
dry
The lazy days of
summer
Just pass you slowly
by
The summer comes to an end
Sooner than anyone
believes
And so begins autumns
festival
Of dancing painted
leaves
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...