Exhausted
Zapped
Drained
Two steps forward
One step back
Walking through treacle
Time to chill
Time to sleep!

Morning                                              
           ­                                                   hour
                           Jasmine-scented
    breeze
             Wafted in,
                                              slowly
        ­      Fusing  
                                   with the smell
                                                             Of earth...(rain-drenched)
                            ~

   Redolent              of
                     old,               rainy days
        and                                  
                                        intermittent
                        Sunshine.
   


             Mellow morning

i couldn't be human
so i made a home
in the woods
i danced with the mist
and ran with the wolves.
i lay on the pine needles
wove leaves into my hair,
perhaps if you come looking
you will find me there.

Just look at the wind out there
it isn't half blowing a gale just now
but at least there's a blue sky
and fluffy white clouds
just floating by
the weeping willow
is swinging in tune to the wind
the leaves on the trees are rustling
as they blow in the breeze,
The bamboo is waving too,
But at least the sun is shining through
and the rain has gone for now
but as the branches bough
and the trees bend down low
the wind is quite ferocious just now!

then,
what makes you a poet..?