When secrets rest behind each moon,
between the lines of hidden tunes,
my hope is that you'll sing along
oh, singer of my heartfelt songs.
Envision what was born through you,
create romance with just one view.
Caress my mind with sultry songs,
nudge me when our morning dawns.
Reveal the treasures of your dreams,
enlighten all when daylight gleams.
Write melodies of nighttime's best,
all dreamers rise to vision's quest
Inspire tunes again to ring
in every newfound offering;
while nature plays our heart's designs
come dance with me between the lines.
As willows woo the windowpanes,
sounds of nature's slow refrain.
Please listen to all the silent screams,
those exclaimed in scribbled dreams.
Surrounding you are mystic hues,
please pay attention to the clues.
Come manifest your spirit's call,
then sense a silent feather's fall.
While angels sing and pick up flight,
share the whispers of our night.
As memories walk another mile
our dawn awakens the morning's smile.
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Ill burn you,
To the ground.
Let the vapors gasp in empty airs around you,
And suck into themselves until nothing is left to drip across these acres of empty soil.
I'll tear you from the very skin aching for leave from the sinew drenched upon your bones.
Frequencies of follicles, a fallacy facade.
Faking.
F'd you into the floor.
Foment you in flames until remnants are but memories, blistering in dust particles, hovered in sunbeams, hanging through naked windowpanes, planked perpendicular against wooden floors, never to be seen again until memory chances you in a whim.
When secrets rest behind each moon
between the lines of hidden tunes,
my hope is that you'll sing along
oh singer of my heartfelt songs.
Envision what was born through you,
create romance with just one view.
Caress my mind with sultry songs,
nudge me when our morning dawns.
Reveal the treasures of your dreams,
enlighten all when daylight gleams.
Write melodies of nighttime's best,
all dreamers rise to vision's quest
Inspire tunes again to ring
in every newfound offering;
while nature plays our heart's designs
come dance with me between the lines.
As willows woo the windowpanes,
sounds of nature's slow refrain.
Please listen to all the silent screams,
those exclaimed in scribbled dreams.
Surrounding you are mystic hues,
please pay attention to the clues.
Come manifest your spirit's call,
then sense a silent feather's fall.
While angels sing and pick up flight,
share the whispers of our night.
As memories walk another mile
our dawn awakens the morning's smile.
As the last petal falls,
Fall chases out summer.
Dead leaves drift into halls,
Winds hum like a drummer.
Days were spent very short,
As long nights bring deep sleeps.
Cold breeze came as escort
To the houses it sweeps.
Frost adorns windowpanes,
While the coal fire glows.
Golden fields brim with grains,
Hens cluck as a cock crows.
The last petal still swirls
As the night air turns cold.
Soft dawn shimmers like pearls,
As the bloom takes its hold.
Autumn always seems to sing a mournful melody
as its voice carries softly upon the chilled wind.
It's a melancholy song for souls in wistful notes
while withered leaves tumble, whirling aground.
They dance a rhythmic ballet like prima ballerinas
as I watch them through frosted windowpanes.
The gentle patter of rain,
Whispers of water
falling from the sky,
each droplet carrying a tale
shared with the soil,
lightly drumming on leaves,
stirring the greenery awake.
Puddles mirror their surroundings,
reflecting the world
in rippling images,
while the fragrance of earth permeates the air,
grounding our living presence.
Birds seek refuge
among tree branches,
their melodies momentarily hushed,
replaced by the symphony
of raindrops
dancing on rooftops
trickling down windowpanes.
The rain's rhythm, a soothing lullaby,
a prompt
of nature's steadfastness,
its continual cycle
of giving and receiving,
nurturing life.
In this suspended moment
time seems to pause,
around
the world listens intently
to the soothing melody
of springtime rainfall,
a tranquil conversation
between sky and earth.
The frost falls softly like thinning silver hair, a blanket
Upon fallen leaves, dead grass, windowpanes, bare tree limbs shake
As does silver haired woman, ready to shed earth's wrinkled house
In her presence, love and fairness intertwine,
A princess gracing my days with ethereal dreams,
Zestfully enchanted by Her Highness divine,
My heartbeat dances to secret, celestial themes.
In the morning realms of summertime’s embrace,
An overture of love, a melody spun,
Her eyes beguile hearts, leaving no trace,
Endearing her essence, forever to be one.
Within the chambers of my mind’s sweet refrain,
She radiates loveliness, a sun-kissed gleam,
Nimble smiles, like raindrops on windowpanes,
Each glance, a rhapsody—an enchanting dream.
"skies of night"
within the still of nights life breathes
peace surrounds both sides of windowpanes
far and wide owls oversee through darkness
across all corners upholding pride and honor
telling all is well in elements of outer panes
making viable luminous peace beyond inner panes
where love transfers evermore to have and hold
for stars and moon take over with loving care
shining brightly through radiance seen and felt
never sleeping life embodies both sides of panes
skies of night never miss never rest never fail
SkyWatcher
03-30-23
I love the summer rain.
To take off my shoes,
On wet grass somewhere in the garden
And walk barefoot through puddles.
I love the smell of freshness.
To share the wind and the rain with you
And smile with sunshine bliss.
After waiting for spring
Soothing the frosty bite
Streams of water flow from the sky
and beat like drums on the roof.
Summer rain upon the windowpanes
Gathered as relief floods.
To wash away the fear that looms in the tearful eye.
Creamy hot chocolate
bathes windowpanes
Two Clydesdales trot smartly
down cobblestone lanes
Through the trees, moon rises
pools of light, reflection's prayer
Rest now, reminders
~ of an era unscared
It’s the Rain…
It’s the rain,
I think,
That causes a brain
To slow down
Long enough
On summer afternoons
To think with rose-colored glasses
To ponder dripping eaves
Dodging raindrops
To paint inspirations’ whisper
On misty winter windowpanes
Then sip rejuvenation
In thick stoneware mugs
Through autumn afternoons
Of early darkness
Devising sweet chocolate designs,
Plotting flight
An algorithm’s dance
Routes to reach mountaintops
Clothed with spring’s soft breath
In newborn eyes
Then
Reach for galaxies without names
Yes,
It’s the rain.
I think.
11-11-22
Contest: Inspiring Rainy Days
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
All Hallows' Eve
Among the graying clouds and autumn moon,
Above treetops, shadows on the moonlit sky
On broomsticks racing by,
Black silhouettes of cackling witches sit.
Lights out and heartbeats drop.
Garlic hangs high over windowpanes.
Outside, wind growls, magic and the supernatural thrives.
Monster spiders trailing strands of silk.
Black birds caw-caw, out stretching claws.
Toad loads muddy pond a dragonfly it croaks for.
Cat prowling hunt on wicked vampire bat.
Werewolf howl resonates the night.
Screeching owl watchful eye.
Sound of mournful music all night in the forest.
Pumpkins in candlelight,
Crows peck away the scarecrow's hay,
Ghost lickety-split, screaming fear.
There is no escaping from the night.
10/24/2022
Soon come snow-packed ridges
Slippery trails along frosted lanes
Warnings of danger on our bridges,
Blizzards sweeping o’er the plains.
Blustery morns, wind chill factors
Slippery trails along frosted lanes
Snowplows mounted on big tractors
On a lighter note, candy canes!
Bundling against the chilling rains
Ponds freeze over slowly at first,
Slippery trails along frosted lanes
It never fails, a few pipes must burst.
Happy return of the holiday season
Ol’ Jack Frost paints the windowpanes
Given the circumstances, there’s a reason
Slippery trails along frosted lanes.
Written October 23, 2022
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