The wakeful wind whistles
Winding wearily and watching all
Wafting silently whispering woes
Weightlessly whipping wisplike whacks
Wondrously wild when wrathful weather attacks
Wrecking and walloping worsening in time
Nature wilts whimpering wordlessly worried
The wind whirls and wrestles in wingless flight
19/3/2016
Categories:
wisplike, weather,
Form: Alliteration
Of cold and clear December skies,
and wisplike clouds with deep, blue eyes.
Full moon adrift with stars in tow,
bright sheen and twinkle, night in flow.
We savor this night's arcing sweep
while strolling near our earthly keep,
surveying vast, celestial spheres
to learn your secrets, so austere.
We stand and ponder heaven's glow
now sharing light with earth below.
Is vast long night and sleep our prize;
are moon and stars omniscient, wise?
Oh, moon and stars set on your course
we ask you roveal your source,
and share enigmas from the deep
while we wait quietly for sleep.
Full moon you seem in all ways wise.
are stars the tears that night skies cry?
December night's supernal show
a calming scene, a fine tableau.
December Skies
12-6-14
Categories:
wisplike, appreciation, moon, night, stars,
Form: Couplet