Oh, wistful wind
How you tease me so
Gentle as the summer breeze
You cause dancing of the snow
Twisted and destructive
Typhoons and cyclones too
Heartbreak you leave in your path
To settle in the gloom
You can ease the heat of August
Or crash the waves of the seas
Dry the tears from a baby’s eyes
Blowing as you please
A love or hate relationship
Mother Nature’s deadly wrath
Sailors curse or praise you
Are you a psychopath
Summer solstice how I miss you
As you boar down with summer sun
The grass was green, and the waters were so right
But here we are now freezing
These gusts of winds – far more than breezy
As winter creeps in and brings its depth of night
Misty shadows caress the morning dew
As the sun peaks above the trees
And kisses the blades of grass
Spinning, spinning, spinning
Day in and day out
Just when you think your work is finished
Something blows it out
For you, there is no respect
Most try to get away
But sometimes when you’re lucky
Some stick around and stay
To them you are so grateful
Though they too make a mess
But acids in your tummy
Help a spider to digest
Subsequent to dying
I took a little tour
And discovered
All that I’d missed
And just a little more
The beauty within colors
That paint the morning sky
A field of flowers
All in bloom
Upon a mountainside
Precious little children
So dependent
And so sweet
Coo and smile
All the while
They play at momma’s feet
Fish within the ocean
Varieties – every kind
Birds so small
I’d have missed them all
If I hadn’t died
Creatures hiding in the bush
Some up in the trees
If only I had seen them
Before I sprouted wings
And while you do not hear me
My words are in the wind
Always say I love you
For we all come to an end
The whimsical ways of a wondering weasel
Have perplexed all those who know him
His indifference abounds
As he runs all around
In the forest
Where parents abhor him
But the lace-ladened lady
Who visits these woods
Believes that his antics are awesome
From that which is pure
A lighthearted cure
For the rest who refuse to blossom
So, if in the woods of magical beings
Where clear eyes can see what’s before them
Praise Him high above
For sharing His love
Through a creature
Who we know adores Him
Come little children
Come with me
To the land of majesty
Moonlit nights and stars above
Sunshine days
All filled with love
Come little children
Come with me
To the land of majesty
Mountain tops
And rainbow highs
Where gentle winds
Sing lullaby’s
Babbling brooks
That tell the tales
Of tiny hero’s riding snails
Where all the days
Are filled with smiles
And flowers bloom
For miles and miles
Come little children
Come with me
To the land of majesty
Heaven’s gates are opened wide
And all our lives
Are justified
Seemingly flying
In slow motion
Diving down
To catch a bite
Wings spread wide
Above the ocean
Spearing head-long
Folded in tight
Oh, tiny fish
Caught unawares
Into the belly of the Pelican
Amid gawking stares
Of other little fish
Who count the days
Until their turn comes
Among the waves
Fresh fallen snow
On the treetop boughs
Heavy-laden limbs
Of Mother Nature – arouse
A lone male Cardinal
Such beauty in red
Sits upon a limb
Snowflakes on his head
A judder, a shake, a didder and jolt
And off flies the bird
Shot like a bolt
Only to return
His mate in tow
Beautiful together
In the fresh fallen snow
Hey, little snowflake
Floating to the ground
Along comes the wind
And tosses you around
Back into the air
Swirling to and fro
Until you finally make it down
And become the status quo
