falling leaves
the birds depart
changing skies
we see the olives grow
waiting for their collection
before winter arrives
the skies renew
collecting the olives
sweeping the leaves
the birds return
winter is gone
as spring arrives
Category: Poetry
14th November Moon
moon as bright as a coin
stays with me
holds my gaze
lets me know
who I am
through the eyes
of my binoculars
I could see life
Roses
In springtime they flower
In summertime they bloom
In autumn they fall
In winter they are gone
Let the rain fall
let the rain fall on me
as I see my future
in a distant land
of neon lights
and concrete dreams
developing each moment
the fathomless beginningÂ
a knowing purpose
transcendent being
Blackbird sing
blackbird sing
the fading light of day
each evening they call
a serenade
across the gardens
listening to their song
sun and moon
sun and moon
as time passes
from day to night
in the sky the sun
brighting the surroundings
giving light to darkness
there lies the moon
it’s light reflecting
across the night sky
pyramids of time
sunset
the fading light
bringing the night
there is a time for peace
when all is still
what is left lying around
can be made into whatever we want
a building block of ingenuity
the place to make anew
pyramids of time
Wind
the wind sings during the day
as the clouds swirl around
light passes through
ever changing is the sky
my thoughts are moments
carried by the wind
dark grey is the afternoon
a band of gold the skyline
cherish old memories
and make good anew
a parting thought
the clouds sunshine
light of the day
light of the day
slowly fade away
leave behind
and reminisce
the days change
darkness prevails
but the stars shine bright
illuminating the sky
a welcome delight
Love is a paradox
Love is a paradox
when ones feelings
are not of your own
but a fabrication
of society
this reality
is a manifestation of being
a recreation of essence
a parting of the way
the substance of which
echoes through
beyond all borders
the paths which we follow
to find true love
