"chirpers" poems
*In morning sun
yellow-green leaves
black branches
such contrasts flow..
yellow sun warmth
seems to pull..
pulls the sensations
fullness and growth
and makes nature
luxuriant once more..
hidden chirpers note
the dawning of
summer...*
Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 12:17 PM UTC
Ocasionally, on a breezy night, when
the winds are blowing through.
I listen as the grasshoppers chirp, and
paint the morning dew.
And In the morning when
the chirping choir has gone their seperate ways
I hear the clouds rumbling in
to bring the afternoon some shade.
Soon the clouds grow darker, as
they hide the sun from sight.
Bringing out the glorious moon,
and turning day to night.
Then the winds start howling,
calling out their names.
Bringing out the night time chirpers,
to sing their song again.
Jul 24, 2012
Jul 24, 2012 at 9:28 PM UTC