November 24, 2024

World according to Wayne

Random Thoughts – reflections and observations

SEASONED VERSES

Poetry in three lines

A drop of water

no longer fears the heights

rain drops

A thundercloud darkens

nature’s brow, emotions gather

lightning speaks.

A summer breeze sighs

 a humid breath

sun soaked grass sweats.

Swollen clouds battle

 across a foreboding sky.

Releasing a salting rain

a hurricane.

Ocean waves

perpetually moved

tides obeyed

Sweetly assaulted,

the flower yields,

the bee bumbles with pleasure.

Leaves listen, gravity calls.

Heavy with color,

branches lose their grip.

The cherry tree blushes

a quiet pink,

aroused by spring.

With passion waves caress

Sandy shores glisten

satisfied.

A ballet of snowflakes

blankets the earth

with frozen kisses

Summoned by bees,

spring arrives, playing

leapfrog among the trees

Scurrying squirrels, emerge,

nature wakes,

springs into green.

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