The breeze that approaches//Is the same as the gale that departs...
The Breeze that Approaches
Overcast Poetry
The clouds loll overhead//In lazy, lilting billows...
The Departing Heart and the Somber Knell
One cannot help but fare thee well to the departing heart and the somber knell...
Old Clouds
With lethargic vim, the clouds roll overhead as I hope they do when I'm 94
Your Balloon
But for all of the rain and the wind and the air, I was always above you, I never went anywhere
Before the Storm Has Ceased
I promise to return before the storm has ceased.
Here I am
God paints the sunrise with the softest blues//And loverly, effervescent yellows//If I were a bird, it'd be my featherbed//And if I were a melody, it'd be my complement
Back in the Storm
Silhouetted mountaintops//Caging the unheard screams//Clouds forming textured backdrops//Punctuating noir scenes
The Difference, Really
For all the days when every drop flows freely // Tell me, what is the difference, really?
December Rose 