Roaring silence of sage wafted scenes
Anxious stillness grasps at all
Alpine firs, still with fright
Mountain slopes await their fate
Sunbeams crack through angry clouds
Picking spots to be fluoresced
Portents of chaotic scenes
Hinting what will be
The firs now sway from nature's breath
Helpless in her arms
Her passion rising with Her cries
Convulsive twists of ardent strength
Her rapture, no longer leashed
RD
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
.............One of Four....................
Dark clouds bleeding shards of white
Each one different, each alike
There is no sky, not in sight
One of four, with her own rights
Silent, bleached, crystalline flakes
Raindrops morph through flowing chutes
Their muffled words not meant to hear
Frozen, drifting, whispering
Falling to their journey's end
Covering all
Coveting all
Changing all
Reminding all
Altering all
Enveloping all
Her omnipotence dictates all
Nurturing streams and earthly needs
Silence as she tends her deeds
Awakening slaps of deadly cold
Stunning beauty to behold
Gripping life, embracing death
Natural selection on her breath
Seeking continuance, some succumb
Survival tenuous in life's best run
A reminder of how weak we are
A reminder of just who we are
Sunlight breaks, her time is gone
The perpetual continues on
Each one different, each alike
There is no sky, not in sight
One of four, with her own rights
Silent, bleached, crystalline flakes
Raindrops morph through flowing chutes
Their muffled words not meant to hear
Frozen, drifting, whispering
Falling to their journey's end
Covering all
Coveting all
Changing all
Reminding all
Altering all
Enveloping all
Her omnipotence dictates all
Nurturing streams and earthly needs
Silence as she tends her deeds
Awakening slaps of deadly cold
Stunning beauty to behold
Gripping life, embracing death
Natural selection on her breath
Seeking continuance, some succumb
Survival tenuous in life's best run
A reminder of how weak we are
A reminder of just who we are
Sunlight breaks, her time is gone
The perpetual continues on
Saturday, February 12, 2011
>>>>>>>>>>>>The Path
Strange days of metamorphosis
Makeup a life as this
Twists, turns
Loves, burns
Sunlit walks, darkened alleys
Beckoning meadows, foreboding valleys
Behold the forest of rocky crags
Mind declination in a sea of rags
Rolling hills of converging roads
Confusion adding to the load
Happiness at feeling good
Wondering if you should
Cognizance of the worlds pain
Knowing that to survive is to gain
Alive
The short and rugged road
Wisdom paves to ease the load
Birth, evolution, adaptation, death
A world of numbered breaths
Look back before it goes
The seeds you've sown are in which rows?
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