Raindrops
Dripping silently from the flaccid branches
With leaves like dying embers
And a solitary crow gazing at the sky
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 7:25 AM UTC
’Twas noontide of summer,
And midtime of night,
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, through the light
Of the brighter, cold moon.
’Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold—too cold for me—
There passed, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 6:25 AM UTC
Winter heat
A thousand hues
Incandescent crimson tree fingers
Reaching out in the afternoon sun
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 3:12 AM UTC
see through hardened panes
watching nature's ebb and flow
inside out snow globe
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 3:06 AM UTC
Bird’s songs at sunrise
Rain working down from perches
Gathering puddles
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 3:05 AM UTC
Behold the nature,
She's talking with you in sways,
Smiling in colors.
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 3:02 AM UTC
White melting dunes
Sprinkled with acorns and dust
Out and up grow gothic evergreens
Into the blue serenity above
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 2:54 AM UTC