Your hair is like a pair of wings blowing in the wind,
Sharing this moment with a bald headed man like me.
You could have been anywhere you wanted,
But you responded to me.
You left the defenseless sky to be in the arms of a tree,
That’s rooted by the ocean.
As the wind picks up, like a wave out the sky,
You try to hold onto my arm, instead of fly.
It means so much to me to know you don’t want to leave my side.
But as the sunset’s and every brush of wind paints the sky,
I know you must fly, high, like the ocean waves, kicking back the tide.
No words could be said, not even goodbye.
And though I’d give all the green I have to have you by my side,
I will forever hold this feather of yours that you left behind, to remain, to remind.
I climb. Although a harsh wind and sleet sweeps
these hills, my temperament remains steady.
Although the path is treacherously steep
I have been thoughtful, I have come ready.
The footfall here is few and far between
and some who came to conquer, could not cope.
As I push on past the point where they've been,
I look into a mist that holds my hope.
Joy lies beyond a helm wind of despair
and must be battled with to be surpassed.
I will prevail here knowing that it's there.
I’ll conquer fell and fall so I’ll be passed
to where tranquillity abounds below,
throughout the valleys of the rain shadow.
The wind that blows
The sound that they make,
the sound that's peculiar,
the sound is also an indication,
rains are here to stay.
It's a lull before the storm
The storm arrives,
followed by rain
Rains are here to stay.
As of now it's raining since a long time now
Just before a few minutes reached home sound and safe
In nick of time everything changed
Rains are here to stay.
Maple trees with kisses of oranges and golds make me feel quite whole.
The taste of pumpkin and spice is really quite nice.
The gentle fall wind holds a slight bite but I really don't mind; for it is autumn and the pumpkins are bright.
So please, please stay, my favorite season. I do love you my autumn delights.
Upon unspoken words,
I lie next to you.
Like a whispering wind,
I blow my kisses into your beam,
as I watch you devour my dreams.
Our love is like a beckon;
no ships will crash upon our shores,
as long as our moon shines brightly
from our lovers moor.
© By Amanda D Shelton
with scents of flowers,
sounds of sacred birds,
soft swirling breezes.
The gale vibrates,
bringing suns bright rays,
children's laugher to hear,
clouds able to dissipate.
gifting life for expansion
energies to anchor strong,
wisdoms endless flow to travel,
The zephyr touches hearts,
guides waves to shore,
playing in grand sound,
as I whisper gratitude.
to celebrate life.
The tempo of the gentle wind,
tickled bonding with hearts song.
The musical beats rose in crescendos
to sing with birds.
It whispered in rhythms grand,
that travel on rivers waves.
It opened etheric wings to fly
in dreams divine.
It gave me a platform to echo my gratitude.
I hear the rustling of the leaves colliding upon
the others like a bumper car ride but no one is driving.
Voicing in motions that they are moved silently.
I envision the swaying, like the crest of natures
wave coalescing like feathers in flight anchored
till the season ebbs there dance to a fall.