After the rain,
the streets sparkle.
The sun shines.
Kids play ball.
Bicycles ride by.
Couples walk hand in hand.
The air sings with laughter,
drifting from diners at the sidewalk cafe.
A dog sleeps in the shadows.
A new day.
A NEW BEGINNING
The rain hits the puddles
in a staccato rhythm.
A mesmerizing sound.
Tree branches hang low,
weighed heavy with water.
Flowers lift shiny faces
for their morning washing.
The cold, crisp rain
refreshes and renews.
The clouds drip dry.
The sun returns
to brighten the day.
The air smells clean.
A new day dawns.
A new beginning.
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.
The air feels heavy,
laden with moisture.
Grey clouds hover
in the darkening sky.
The first raindrops arrive,
pounding on the rooftops
in a staccato melody of their own.
Pound, pound, pound.
Tap, tap, tap.
Rain washes our streets
and clears our minds,
preparing us for a new day.
ANDERS KRISÁR
An open door waits for you.
Take a chance and walk right through.
Mist envelopes your thin frame.
Time to play a nasty game.
The fog clears, and chess pieces wait
for you to ride through heaven’s gate.
You rub your eyes in disbelief
as you sigh in happy relief.
The sun was playing with your eyes.
Now you see a rainbow of pies.
This can’t be happening, you see.
I’m in bed as the sun breaks free.
A brand new day yawns wide and clear.
I’m safe and have nothing to fear.
NEW BEGINNINGS
The rain hits the puddles
in a staccato rhythm.
Tree branches hang low,
weighted with water.
Flowers lift their faces
for their morning washing.
The cold, crisp rain
refreshes and renews.
The clouds wring dry.
The sun returns
to brighten the day.
The air smells clean.
A new day dawns.
A new beginning.
// stairs // middle of 2014 // panasonic dmc-zs15 (by Georg Nickolaus)www.azurgrau.com
Lead me far away from the darkness.
Up these stairs, I will find my way.
I’m tired of living in this sadness.
Time to scope out a new day.
As I climb, the light taunts me.
It hits me square in the eye.
I squint as I try to see.
I must spread my wings and fly.
I’m thrust into a party at full throttle.
The sounds of laughter and music cocoon me.
I find life outside instead of a bottle.
I fly free and far away from the old me.
commute
RIDE THE TRAIN
I ride the train each day.
For this, I need to pay?
No seat I can see.
Never is one free.
I hang from the strap above.
A soft sigh feels like a dove.
I turn my head to the side.
And do you know what I find?
A girl standing next to me.
One as pretty as can be.
She offers a small smile.
Now I could walk a mile.
I stand taller than before.
I am ten feet off the floor.
A slight smile before she departs.
I’m left happy as my day starts.
THE PERFECT MELODY
The air is heavy.
Clouds roll in.
The sky grows dark.
You hear the first drops.
The water pounds on the roof
in a staccato melody of its own.
Pound, pound, pound.
Tap, tap, tap.
Rain washes our streets.
Clears our minds.
A new day arrives.
Lost in the rain.
Beaten down.
Alone.
Drifting.
Tired.
Wet.
Ready to give up.
On life.
On the world.
Curled up in a ball.
Ready for my last breath.
Then the unexpected happens.
The sun comes out.
The birds begin to chirp.
A wet breeze hits my face.
I look up into the sun.
I don’t feel alone anymore.
I feel alive.
I’m happy I waited.
Waited for time to pass.
For time to heal old wounds.
I’m ready to face the day.
