Wind – Page 3

December 7, 2016September 2, 2017

A Breath of Wind and A Dew Drop

I am part of something greater than myself
some would call God and others Goddess
or perhaps Buddha,Allah,Jehovah or Shiva

something greater as the breath of the wind
breathing life into all that exists
as the raindrops falling, filling the oceans
becoming rivers, lakes and waterfalls

something greater as simple as a dewdrop
clinging to my skin in the early hours of morn
as it clings to the leaves and spider webs

something greater even as the universe spins
holding within it pinpoints of light
from an ominous burning star that is the sun
moonbeams full of the wonder of stardust

I am a part of that something greater even
as it exhales in anguish breathing as the wind
creating devastating storms of despair

causing the oceans to rise up flooding the
banks of land, becoming hurricanes
and I hear and feel them all because I
am part of something greater

I know the sigh of relief breathed into a breeze
a rainbow after storms the colors of hope
shining through a waterfall because I am

part of something greater

Photo Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

great-as-a-dewdrop

September 23, 2016

BRIEF INTERLUDE

Photo Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

1st-day-of-autumn

brief interlude
before wind interrupts
carpeting leaves
on ground

This is for 30doh hosted by Rick Daddario. See his site http://rickdaddario.com/blog/ for more information if you are interested to join in.

September 3, 2016

TRANSFORMATION

In this post I have created a piece of digital art for my Haiku.

invisible circles
sweeping all seasons
transformation

This is for 30doh hosted by Rick Daddario. See his site http://rickdaddario.com/blog/ for more information if you are interested to join in.

August 7, 2016

JEST OF HUMOR

The wind is whipping up
setting my hair in motion
my terrier’s ears blowing

murmuring in rumor fashion
auguring a premature fall
amazed it has such gall

as days are still in summer
the land parched and dry
this jest of humor ’tis wry

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

Wind Blowing

December 15, 2014December 15, 2014

ANOTHER PASSING STORM

wind gusts are sweeping
across the surface of the house
like angry waves coursing
filled with emotions
no way to extinguish
like layers of tindered fire

Another Passing Storm

the windows rattle noisily
as though there are hands
that are shaking them
wanting and demanding
to get in

Another Passing Storm

check the locks on the doors
check the seals on the windows
wind is howling now in chorus
like babies wanting more

Another Passing Storm

just as the roof seems lifted
as if being pulled
the house does cease to shudder
the wind now but a breeze
the waves of it calm now
raging flames surceased

Another Passing Storm

Image Taken From Morgue File

November 4, 2014November 4, 2014

LIKE CHINESE LANTERNS

she stands & watches
as leaves fall from the trees
letting go; let go
upon the brisk winds
of mother nature’s tide

some still remain
as the tree bows her head
bending from side to side
the rain like tears
drop one upon another
pooling at her feet

sprawling roots
upon the ground
anchoring her down
& in that moment
all that is heard
is the sound of sorrow

freedom unleashed
on a tide akin to a river
of sparkling colors
like Chinese lanterns
floating alight
with dreams within

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitally Altered by Myself

October 18, 2014September 2, 2017

*Autumn and Art Deco**

Autumn leaves on a tree
imitate feathers on a bird
briefly burnished
orange and brown
before lightly drifting
one by one to the ground

an art deco lamp light
shining brightly
beneath a front porch roof
is keeping good company
with the wind chimes
whose notes do lightly soothe

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitally Altered by Myself

May 27, 2014

**One Cottonwood Seed*

cottonwood seeds
adrift on the wind
living things
brought forth alive
as on the sea’s
changing tide

relentless in their need
to find safe harbor

cottonwood seeds
clinging to the thistle
purple flower bright
caught in the storm drain
fluttering
from the car vent
resting on a dashboard

relentless in their need
to find safe harbor

cottonwood seeds
in piles by the curbside
soft as downy feathers
white as the newly
fallen snow
safety in numbers

relentless in their need
to find safe harbor

a cottonwood seed
catches an updraft
as birds in flight do
coasting for miles
from where it grew
a patch of earth
to take root

relentlessly it’s come
to find safe harbor

Image Taken From http://www.deq.mt.gov

April 22, 2013April 22, 2013

Orchestrated by Spring

Google Image of Tulip Fields in Washington

purple hyacinths ascend first
to lead the way for
golden daffodils and in
their wake give way to a
multi colored spectrum
of aspiring tulips

all blooming beneath the
white blossoms of the
pear tree and the
pink blossoms of the
formidable cherry tree
waving flowered boughs

while the wind scatters
their petals like bits of
party confetti
they are all a part of
nature’s entertaining
musical endowment

paying homage to life
where each flower that
blooms and wanes becomes
the notes amidst a
tumultuous crescendo
orchestrated by Spring

http://dversepoets.com/category/spring-poem/

February 23, 2013

Beating Quietly

Altered Google Image

the end of a week and
i don’t even mind
the rail when
riding means
a tide of
giggling teenagers

so…who cares
not i….i think as
my one brain cell
slides dismally
around in the
vacant space…
(did i say that)
between my ears

wind blows and rain
hits & then runs
down the glass of
the rail windows
but i don’t
notice

as businesses stream
by because i
just want to get
home and feel nothing
but relief but
when it comes

i think of you &
our phone calls
the phone
silent now these
past five years

when idle chit-chat
meant a kind of
reprieve, relax…ing
into now so i could
hold ON to you

only a telephone cord
away & now…even a
telephone cannot
bring you close with
your voice so
like mine as if

i practiced daily to
play it back from
a treasured tape
but instead of
waiting for the
phone to ring

i close my eyes
hold my hand
atop my chest &
feel you there
beating quietly
inside me and
i am home