Monday, November 25, 2013
Sunday, October 27, 2013
What the Sun Leaves Behind
Slowly the sun surrenders its position.
Unleashing, as it goes, a palette of colors.
Needing one final chance, to exhibit its power.
Swirling into a painting; hues of pink, yellow, red, and purple.
Evenly covering a once blue ceiling overhead.
The print left from a glowing sun, disappearing into the horizon.
Thursday, October 3, 2013
The wind has a song heard only by a few,
Melodic, sweet, and airy in tune.
It floats over the tallest of trees,
Soars higher than the greatest moutain peak.
An everlasting melody, flowing through time,
Telling of nature's magnificent gifts to its listeners.
Spinning wondrous, magical tales, Delighting both young and old.
Twirling about, in an invisible ballet,
Briefly encircling its audience for an encore.
Then rising towards the fluffy clouds it soars,
Sharing its whispering melody with the heavens above.