TEARS OF THE SUN

 

Icicles hang,

Crystalline and pure

Like tear drops

Frozen in time

An encapsulated moment

Of joy or sorrow?

Held in icy limbo

Until the sun

Releases the tears

LINGERING AUTUMN

 

In the forest,

The skeletal trees

Herald winters imminent approach

But for now

The autumn lingers

But the fruiting brambles bushes

Will soon feel winters icy fingers

On the leaf carpeted floor

Life continues

And the forest creatures

Go about their work

For today it is still autumn

And tomorrow is another day

SUMMER RAIN

 

It rained an hour ago

Short and sharp

Now in its wake

The air is clean, fresh

Summers rich scent

Heavy in the evening air

And from the tree tops

Moving gently in the breeze

Undelivered rain drops fall

Like a maidens tears

EARLY MORN

 

Stepping into the garden,

The wet grass beneath my feet

Everywhere fresh with morning dew

The air honeysuckle sweet

The dew drops glistening,

The sunlight weakly warming

It’s so good to be alive

At the dawn of another morning

WINTERS GRIP

 

The snow has settled on us

Like a shroud.

Each day growing deeper

Silence fills the emptiness of the landscape

But for the ghostly sound of the wind

High in the tree tops

The meadows and fields have vanished

The river flows mute beneath the ice

The next valley is unreachable

The mountains as unattainable as the Moon

But soon spring will release the land

From its icy captor

And the winter we be no more

Than remembered conversations

Beside the roaring hearth

NORTH WIND

 

The north wind blows in

Leaving winter in its wake

Till spring reawakens

FATHER FROST

 

Father Frost, with icy fingers

Holds winter in his frozen grasp

And spreads it wide across the land

Till it wears his thick winter cloak