WIND… a poem

selective focus photo of woman standing on sea shore near rock formation during golden hour

Oh, wistful wind

How you tease me so

Gentle as the summer breeze

You cause dancing of the snow

typhoon

Twisted and destructive

Typhoons and cyclones too

Heartbreak you leave in your path

To settle in the gloom

Sad, Child, Boy, Kid, Crying, Tears

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

body of water during daytime

A love or hate relationship

Mother Nature’s deadly wrath

Sailors curse or praise you

Are you a psychopath

AFTER… a poem

overlooking view of mountains and sunrise

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

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

white and brown long-fur animal

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

white and gray weasel

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

THE LAND OF MAJESTY… a poem

blue lake and rainbow under nimbus clouds

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

red-petaled flowers field