Five New Poems

Five new poems today Whatever shall I say If I apply myself, just right I might have time to play . . . THE BALLAD OF THE WIND The wind is such a fickle thing It blows with such a force Occasionally, it takes a break To choose a different course It brings the cloudy sky at night The lightning and the storm The raindrops on my windowpane My comfort when I’m warm The wind may be a fearful thing To some who heed the gale But when the trees are tall and proud They tell a different tale I love the wind, the gush of air That makes a perfect match The wind is such a dear old friend The kind I’ll never catch. THE BALLAD OF THE SKY I love the sky, in every phase In all I like to do The sky is always there for me The way it is for you In pleasant shades of blue and bright The sky is like the sea It rolls a welcome day along And sets my spirit free The setting sun, though clear and bright May cover me in red The clouds which cover me at night Are visions in my head The sun that fades behind a hill Is burning like a fire It means the dawn will come again To spark each new desire I love the silent sky at night The stars that shine above The quiet conversation Preceding acts of love The moon is like a dear old friend That glows for me and you And though the night is at an end The sky is just as true.