Winters wrath near sweeps me off my feet
As snow and ice join the skin stinging sleet
Who would be outside
during the bitter season
A sensible being would
need a good reason
To be wrapped up in
hat, scarf and glove
In the teeth of a
storm and for me it was love
The sounds of nature plays a symphony
In the summer, fall, winter
and spring
The rain and hail,
blizzard and storm
Even the wind in the trees has a song to sing
On strong wings
In perfect flight
The eagle appears
Slowly circling
Until its prey
Comes into view
And it swoops
To take its victim
Majestically on the
wing
And carries the spoils
To the hungry mouths
Waiting in the eyrie
The eagle soars
On majestic wings
Effortless in flight
Riding thermals
In the moist early morning
Dew drops embrace
The willow stems
Like lovers tears
Until they evaporate
Under the sunlight’s
caress
Above the horizon
The beauty of a sunrise,
Slowly emerges and
Illuminates the sky
And as it spreads into the morn
It burns red on the calm water
As a cool pleasant
breeze
Drifts gently across
the bay
Gales are driving waves
Against the resilient
shore,
And pounding
Them on to the rocks,
While on the edge of
the wind
There is distant
thunder sounding
