Wind blows
Fall's leaves
around.
Tumbling
without
mumbling
a sound.
The tree
then grieves
its loss.
Watching
them tossed
upon
the ground.
Autumn
zephyrs
bluster
as leaves
fluster,
wither
and die.
Nature's
last call
sends them
twirling.
swirling
alone...
goodbye.
Categories:
zephyrs, autumn, tree,
Form: Rhyme
brisk wafts
ricochet off
a shimmering
blue lake
__ __
______
______
silent joy
saturates
fall day
floating
above (below)
within (without)
orange echoes
echoes of ordnance
)
(
)
(
~~~***>>***~~~
autumn
Utumna tumnau umnaut mnautu nautum
autuno
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autuno
Utumna tumnau umnaut mnautu nautum
autumn
~~~***>>***~~~
(
)
(
)
echoes of ordnance
orange echoes
within (without)
above (below)
floating
fall day
saturates
silent joy
______
______
__ __
blue lake
a shimmering
ricochet off
brisk wafts
Categories:
zephyrs, autumn, dark, nature, october,
Form: Free verse
Zephyrs
‘I cannot tell you how it was
But this I know it came to pass.’
Beneath the broad and spreading oak,
Warm zephyrs sighed through meadow grass.
They danced among oak tree’s leaves
And sang a vibrant summer song
Of how we would love and love again
And to each other would belong
They sang among the budding flowers
And told in the ringing chimes
Of how thinkers while away the hours
And of how lovers write in rhymes.
But then they spoke of Autumn’s chill,
When secret mists would hide our way.
How playful spirits toss the leaves
When warm summer fades away.
Then ancient zephyrs breathed a sigh
And left that pleasant summer land.
Now blust’ry winds of Autumn came
And took us by the hand.
Our love was lost in hidden ways
As drifting mists obscured our view
And Autumn spirits tossed our dreams
And left nothing but the dew..
1st two lines are opening lines from
'May' by Christina Rosetti
Barry Stebbings
July 2022
Categories:
zephyrs, autumn, love, seasons, summer,
Form: Quatrain
Where do they go, these ghostly figures
From our famous Poetry Soup site
They're loyal fans for a month or so
Then poof... this apparition takes flight
Like gentle zephyrs, they float in and out
We really don't get to know them
Consensus is, they may not exist
Just an illusion from somebody's pen
Glory be, who are these strange creatures
I'm sure they'll cause us no harm
Just some figments of the creative process
Don't mean to set off an alarm
Wish they would stay around for a while
So we could get to know them a bit
The next Shakespeare could be among them
Or the next Edgar Allen Poe... what a wit
Categories:
zephyrs, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
Green!
Alive
on tall grass,
blithe, lithe, limber,
swaying long and lean
in their beachy masses.
The deadpan sand eavesdrops as
breezes wave blades like silk banners.
Whispers whir with emerald voices;
long-winded grass gossiping with zephyrs.
Categories:
zephyrs, beauty, happiness, joy, nature,
Form: Etheree
Within one day I’ve lived much more
Than in twelve seasons, all combined,
And thus I’ve learned how to ignore
What can oppress the wearied mind.
I once was summoned back to light
From a deep slumber of the will,
To learn that, if I ceased to fight,
The sea of time would hold me still.
I raised my head, I looked around,
But found myself a child again,
As if I never had been bound
By visions which ensnare the brain.
I was thus gifted a new form
And freed of troubles I had known;
It was a chance to be reborn
Of other lives and live my own.
Since then, I’ve been the rush of springs
Which make the blood of nature flow;
I roam upon the tireless wings
Of zephyrs where they chance to go.
Categories:
zephyrs, allegory, philosophy, psychological,
Form: Rhyme
Cool breezy swirl
Pregnant with rain;
Abrupt metaphor
Man walking dog
Faces so alike;
Harmonic motion
News flash
Warring fractions;
Lose-lose situation
Grass verge flowers
Unceremonious strands;
Beauty unnoticed
Old rubber tree
Nature's monument;
Wears a regal countenance
Sky of grey-black
Random lightning flash;
Nature re-decorating
Feline chorus
Evening entertainment;
Midnight madness
Easy breezy
Zephyrs swirl and dance;
Cold evening gathers
Between sad and bad
Choose to be glad;
Weather grim change
Leon Enriquez
14 August 2014
Singapore
Categories:
zephyrs, blessing,
Form: Haiku
Where do they go, these ghostly figures
From our famous Poetry Soup site
They're loyal fans for a month or so
Then poof... this apparition takes flight
Like gentle zephyrs, they float in and out
We really don't get to know them
Consensus is, they may not exist
Just an illusion from somebody's pen
Glory be, who are these strange creatures
I'm sure they'll cause us no harm
Just some figments of the creative process
They don't mean to set off an alarm
Wish they would stay around for a while
So we could get to know them a bit
The next Shakespeare could be among them
Or the next Carol Eastman... what a wit!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Categories:
zephyrs, fantasy,
Form: Quatrain