RED SKY

 

The sky glows red

with anger.

It shrieks thunder.

It rains tears.

Lightning sizzles

across its angry face.

Wait.

Watch.

Listen.

The sky is still in command.

It shows its wrath.

Then it grows calm

and releases the blue skies.

CLOSER TO THE BLUE

 

CLOSER TO THE BLUE

 

Puffy clouds appear far and few

In the aqua sky so brand new.

I sink deeper into the white sand,

My heart beating like a marching band.

 

If I close my eyes tight,

will I see paradise this night?

It takes me back to the time

When everything had been fine.

 

Fantasy, I beseech thee.

Return me so I can roam free.

Take me back to the shore.

Where I’d been happy before.

AFTER THE STORM

 

 

The winds have taken their victims.

Tree limbs lie scattered across the grass.

A quiet descends upon the land.

Animals peek from

their hiding places.

Birds chirp in unison,

happy to be free again.

The sun will soon shine.

The clouds will clear.

The darkness will leave.

The earth regenerates itself,

preparing for the new day.

ANCHORS IN THE WIND

ponderation:

Postcard from Tulum by Todd Wall

 

Calm blue waters.

Pink sand.

Palm trees wave in the sea breeze.

A burst of wind lifts the palm trees.

From their roots, they fly.

From their anchors in the sand.

A puff of wind

and they’re gone.