Sometimes things don't go, after all,
from Bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost, green thrives, the crops don't fail,
sometimes, a man aims high, and all goes well.
A people sometimes will step back from war;
elect an honest man, decide they care
enough, that they cannot leave some stranger poor.
Some men became what they were born for.
Sometimes our best efforts do not go
amiss, sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow,
that seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you.
Red lights flash,
Police cars pull
on right shoulder
of the road,
High way 51,
groups of birds
icy cold air,
the earth orbits,
the time runs,
passengers in the bus
close their eyes,
It is good
The jackrabbit is a mild herbivore
grazing the desert floor,
quietly abridging apring,
eating the color off everything.
Rampant-height or lower.
Rabbits are one of the things
Coyotes are for. one quick scream,
a few quick thumps,
and a whole litter area,
shoots up blue and orange clumps.
Leaves fall from the trees;
Winds start blowing cold;
Shadows getting longer,
People feeling old...
Clouds are high in heaven,
Leaves fall to the ground;
Mice and ants go hiding,
Birds are southward bound...
Skies now fully covered,
Clouds are hanging low;
Leaves build fluffy carpets,
Covered soon by silent snow...
Flakes descending, silent,
Earth is wearing white;
Trees are standing naked,
Leaves are out of sight...
natural disasters hurt,
It is not about risks or stormy power,
It is about fate, or plight,
That's defined by fortune,
and illustrated by thread bound to us,
A violent and stormy weather
produces homeless populations,
plus huge losses in properties,
men and women turn powerless
and cannot be able to think in one single way,
These cannot be false,
as far as my eyes can see,
I see distress, silent screams.
Stoat, animal eater,
Haunts, kills, swallows, and digests,
The process is rare.
Go hidden day time,
Wander about the woods at night,
Lots of preys in sight.
Life goes in cycles,
Stoat eats raw meat, no defeat,
What cold blood sucker.
He could die, so soon,
If he chooses to give in,
He is tiger, boom!
Doubts keep forming a shadow
in my mind, I
wish to know why.
At times they block my sight
and make me hide
Words swell and expand
like petals from a rose,
emotions run dry,
At the speed of a thunder storm,
Life is a soap opera
that drags our heart strings
worries and troubles our tempers
raise and careless remarks brings us moments
there is balm to our spirit, like words
of encouragement in poetry, as we walk pass
drips of cold, petty rain.
It's an ease to one's emotional burdens and
doubts are replaced by hope, the day springs
The clean air admits far version and
the tears of the Angels have altered all
matters to offer insights pure.