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a fresh waft of wind
brings warm whispered promises
of bright days to come
"just a little longer, astra, summer will come.."
the wind scatters
the seeds of the dandelion,
in hopes of making
a wish come true
the wind blows the seeds about, creating a delicate blizzard
Wind blows on this side
Close my eyes and turn to hide
Now it's you I find
It's a Haiku isn't it?
deadhead Apr 28
i sit alone in the night
and listen to the world.
the breeze that just barely
caresses the bark of trees,
making the leaves shiver.
the quiet call of a sleepy dove
echoes faintly, making the feral cat
sneak a look up at the sky
and catching a glimpse of the
cloud-shrouded moon.
i, the observer, also look to the moon
watching the clouds glow with sliver light
listening to the dove coo one last time
A gush of wind
Dust rose
From the ground
Eyes blinded
Suffocated  nose
Oxygen, Oxygen
I cried
Deep slumber
They woke up
We can't help you
You die!
Oxygen crisis in hospitals. Corona deaths.
Brumous Apr 22
I am hesitant
to pour less words on paper
left to drift away
this is my first time writing one; although right now---it's somewhat fun testing myself in trying something new; its not that good yet but, it is worth the try :D
Kirsty Taylor Apr 17
Boil the kettle.
Look out the window,                                  
To a world full of golden hues.

Red, Orange, Beige,
The crisp sound of leaves crunching,
as you feel the frosty wind hits your face.

The cosy cream cardigan,
you bought at a car boot sale.
It has arrived,
the time of nights in by the fire.
Endless cups of tea and walks in the rain.
Jim Apr 15
Sat down to listen to the world today:

Heard a holler from the wood shoutin’, “They’re takin’ my land away!”

“They’re takin’ my fish and poisonin’ the waters.” I heard the ocean say.

And the air blew by with all the same problems ~ except it was enjoying the day.
deadhead Apr 12
the streets were empty,
and the asphalt shined
with the late storm's rain.
but it was silent now.
roaring silence, which
screamed each time
the light switched
between those three
incessant colors.
oh how the red screeched
the loudest of all, a silent
scream, "STOP!"
the wind pays no mind,
and blows right on through.
i felt inspired by a memory, i suppose
Wings extended to its farthest
The soft wind under me
Lifting my wings higher
The tips gently dipping into the sea
Creating clear crystalline ripples
Being free is all I desire
I lift my wing and dive in
Aiming for the fishes fin
I go straight for the win
The chances of me getting out is thin
But I took the chance
Without a second glance
Being in the water holds me in a deathly trance
But to freedom, I must fight
Back to the light
And into my flight
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