Cool morning finally
Autumn wind in brisking
When I close my eyes
I hear waves breaking
My imagination overtaking
Walking the coast along the sea
The squawking of the city birds
In my mind turn into the sea gulls
They whistled, they squealed, they barked, they bleated, they gargled
Opening my eyes all I see is fallen leaves
Here I am back in Texas
My back yard, my reality
Autumn morning
Brisking leaves°🍂
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Living alone atop a mountain
Below a stream flowing rapidly
So that no one would seek
The recluse in me
Time to time I would venture below
Flicking my toes within the stream
Writing or perhaps reading poetry
Listening to the wind brisking through the trees
Peace of Solitude with each breeze
Through beauty of nature
My heart set to un grand ease
Definition of Solitude
If you please
WKR
©Wendy Ronshausen

The sounds of summer
Laughter echoing off each and every wall
Songs blaring through the speakers
Hollers of teenagers getting a thrill
Cars honking in afternoon traffic
Water filling up the small kiddie pool
Birds chirping at 9:27am
Lovers breathing heavily
The summer breeze brisking through all the trees
Best friends’ whispers in the early morning hours…
Every moment another sound, every sound another memory

green feeble breathing leaves,
under a blanket of light and thunder
with every passing tremor
from the abode of divinities,
they bathe unapologetically,

a melody cracks the humongous earth
into the notes of a lost symphony,
the rain is just a clairvoyant dancer,
foreseeing the smiles of all equals,

the petrichor transverses
the past,present and the future
in the spaces between space,

even my cold rusted heart,
breathes like a cancer dying patient,
for the last smoke in this petrichor,

and I am a child again, brisking through mud,
searching something that I do not even remember,
maybe I will find it in sometime,
in a place,where childhood went