Cumulus clouds
erupting
in the searing heat
over the green pined hills

Sitting
contemplating
reviewing one's life
change is coming
burning up

Corn cob
clouds emerging
while lightening flashes

Tomorrow the
fog
leading to rain
all is silent
no movement occurs
the heat wave ends.

And so,
That year,
The rain
Had forgotten to fall,

Winter slept-through its season,
It didn't hear Autumn's
Wake-up call.

Winter was oblivious
To the Earth's changing position
With regard to the sun,

This was made completely obvious
When the likes of Spring
Prematurely sprung.

Winter's time
Was well and truly
Over and done,

Winter
Was over
Before it had even begun.


By Lady R.F. (C)2017

The sky...

A canvas of blue
as I climb up
-on the roof
laying beside you
∙∙∙◦◦•◎•◦◦∙∙∙
I counted more-
than one to ten,
dreaming of oriels
till all is well

Up a Hill...

Were I gaze
towers of cupola,
a heavens place
were we dreamed,
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To Venus, to Mars
of dancing stars
a wishful reverie,
circling above thee

Then I blink...

Twice to think,
and opened freely
seeing all of You
in tangled vines
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Coasting up above
loosing mimes,
an aurora night
on New York's sky

Time traveled...

As eyes passes-
to were it humbled
on fountain trails
and bluish vales
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Horizon unwinds
hands that bind
etude punctuates
'twas a circa of mine

Morning rung...

A fadeless runic,
I fell out of flung
following sheets
my bedding's reap
∙∙∙◦◦•◎•◦◦∙∙∙
A story unsung
lips were unkissed
wondering why
Love was not found

∙∙∙◦◦•◎•◦◦∙∙∙
Going to the mountaintop
nothing to keep
to see, an explicit wonders
a blissful dream
only, holding in my hands
a flute withstand
when I reach at top of peek
I inhaled a scent
that nobody ever breathed
with full air I blew
forces of nature awakening

A Galway style comes out
music bars slithered  
all across coming
down my feet
guiding notes far & near
peace touched to
the rivers warring
solitude filled the valleys
fairies and goblins
in delitescent
filled with great joy,
the mountains were vivified

At the end of my song
I blew a soaring note above
and caves opened
some going here and there
hopping, waving
trees bowed with splendor

And all I saw comes frolicly
sigh of full relief
my phantasms has finished
on my way home
leaving my flute up a stone
hoping someday,
someone, would be willing
-enough to play
to hear my song over again