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For my brother Love Begins and Ends a Morning Storm My brother A light A night twinkle Still so bright A breeze So gentle and soft Our hearts safely keep So nothing's lost A kookaburra Waking...
Today a leaf came down to greet me Falling gently on a breeze With intentions of reminding me Of the things I must release. Nature teaches of life's cycles. when to cling and when to fall.
Fresh; This day. Unusual; The breeze Feels sweet, Allowing Me to Breathe, Deeply. Dew drops; Slipping Away. Making Allowance For the Softness Of the Sun To shine Upon me; Carefree.
if i were a firefly...
Winter is coming The majestic trees lose their rich, red robes, Leaving them bare, exposing their bones. Their skeletal arms tremble in the grey, Delivering moans and grunts of dismay.
Against the elements You battle on Just a sapling In the breeze Standing your ground On wasteland No protection From falling trees Every year Growing stronger Branches reach Towards the sky A new...
Another day, aglow in. The light of early autumn. Ticks by, carefree and willing,. Unrelenting in its beautiful. Slow death,. Reaching out and peeling reddened. Leaves from the bony fingers of trees,.
A strange sight was spotted on the north coast, Where the boatman would settle and boast Of the sights they have seen on this damp autumn night. What indeed was this strange sight.
#nightdwellers #October This is my time I can feel it come As the summer freys And the chills nip Gone, the heat of night sweat... Gone.
#youngwritershousehold @eivilduccy That crimson rose, so perfectly, Stands under the sycamore tree. That crimson rose is unique, For roses are usually red or pink.
Red glow haunts the sky, Taunting it at its edges. Darkness continues to up high, Too the moon, and its starling pledges. Harvest dust fills the gothic air. Making it thick in the moonlights light.
Summer turns to Autumn, Old ways come undone, Replaced with cobwebs, Where laughter used to run. Autumn turns to Winter, New ways seem far bitter, Replaced with doubt, Where laughter used to shout.
His eyes are ruined. Bloodshot, strained, unfocused. They have forgotten all colours. All colours bar orange. The never ending orange. His chest heaves with the effort of moving. His lungs creak.
One rose I put beneath you last valentines day. Then I opened my wings and flew away. I said to you I love you so much. I love your voice I love your touch. You wrote on a paper and gave it to me.
Twisting and curling -. A vine constricting,. Snaking around a trunk, gripping the bark,. Growing in light, hiding in dark,. Turning - spreading - stealing life,. A strangling slow death,.
#youngwritershousehold. I flow with the wind,. I drift over the world,. After time I've thinned,. And I have unfurled,. I get old and I wither,. Get picked and thrown,. In the current of a river,.
You grow for one purpose. To thrive. You have one water and light source. That's all you need. About twenty feet down you plant your roots. To keep you down. You bend with the wind. So you won't snap.
As I gaze upon the sunlit sky, just as the light disappears,. I think what it would be like to be a bird, free, no fears,. Birds may fly, just as fish may swim,. Life happens, try not to fall in,.
Prompted by @wolfie 's The Point of Wasps and a horrible Creationism talk...
#summer Here on my back Pressed between sea and sky I am beloved of Summer.
Bring your youth and come to me To erase the wrinkles off the cloud Leash the wind, don't leave it free Make your whispers clear and loud Go to the woods and cut a tree Then burn the forrest with...
Gazing, Into a fire place, The heat dancing, On my face. Flames orange, Yellow, red, Come dance with us, They said. Flames jumping, Prancing around, Swaying to the beat of an, Unheard sound.
I'm running through the seasons, Summer, Winter, Spring, Shortly flit through Autumn, Such change the seasons bring.