(last night)

The day’s raging rains
finally stopped,
humid summer winds,
cooled into soothing breezes.
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a pink, purpled sky
quickly darkened,
calls of crickets,
croaks of frogs
they got lost in the air.
the day’s noise segued
to a soft echo of voices,
.............f a d i n g
..........g r a d u a l l y
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'til burning worries
of the mind were calmed,
forgotten for the night.
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lights turned somber
and amplified a spreading,
much awaited
silence.

All found their places,
their own shelter
in the comforting dark.
nature...was in repose.




sally b

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
      May 17, 2023

Behind the palm trees
In the vast, rust coloured sky
Sets the orange sun

Lost on a sailboat going nowhere but towards a dream
I glide deeper in blue waters looking for the endless seam
night has fallen softly all around me, I can only gleam
here in my sailboat, standing spar to spar a pulpit realm

Finding only calm I mesh as one with the dolphins in the sea
the wind blows softly in my ear whistling past the bow now free
the calendar of time fades as dull as grandad's silver cutlery
I breathe deep, deeper then mermaids, there are three *

Entering forbidden lands, my fantasy is real  and real is not , I could  
for I'm warrior of old navigating, counting knots on a  piece of wood
ancient trees wave from a distance standing where they always stood
while my unflappable sails align to the sky, 15 knots no more all good

Finding solace in a cup of Joe  sitting on a berth at the edge of night
the stars are pantomiming with the flicker of their equestrian light
she sits beside me  reading my tea cup in her flimsy gown of white
the ghost of my Fedora, together we are lost it a nautical twilight.


May 25, 2021

The little girl
Had kittens and pups to play with
New to life, herself
She knew the only life with them around
All of five, homeschooled
She had friends
Never left alone
Giggles and smiles
Her parents’ delight

Smoke billowing from the bonfire
Velvet yellow blanket, fields of marigolds
The villages have an old world charm
Vast greens and farmlands
Thatched roof houses
The cattle in the shed, sounds of rustic trucks
The tractor on the farm
Farmers in uniforms, toil and till their land
Fresh and pure the air to breathe
Happy
Shades of green, in their eyes gleam

🌿🌿

Last of its remains, hung
The yellow leaf
precariously strung on the the tender yellowed stem
As the yellow copper pod flowers
Came down along with the rains
On the vibrant green leaves
And fell on the pavement clean


🍂🌿🌿🍂