A FIELD OF BLUEBONNETS

 

 

I walk in a field of Bluebonnets.

I thought to compose for them sonnets.

The sweet fragrance fills my soul

until I am again whole.

I feel tired as I smile

like I’ve walked a full mile.

I will make my bed

and lay down my head.

My thoughts drift so slow and low,

somewhere over the rainbow…

AN OASIS FOR ME

coiour-my-world:
“ Infrared photo.
Wolni Lake in the North-West of Hamburg by Michi Lauke
”
An oasis for me
Under a purple tree.
Leaves fan my tired face
Far from the human race.
The view takes me away
Where the happy can play.
I close my heavy...

Infrared photo.
Wolni Lake in the North-West of Hamburg by Michi Lauke

 

An oasis for me

Under a purple tree.

Leaves fan my tired face

Far from the human race.

The view takes me away

Where the happy can play.

I close my heavy eyes

To shut out mankind’s lies.

 

LILAC LIGHTS

PURPLE HAZE
As I walk slowly in a daze,
Surround me in a purple haze.
I could fall asleep in this tent.
The smell alone is heaven sent.
The scent of lilac is filling my head.
I need to find an appropriate bed.
I will just sit on this bench in the...

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As I walk slowly in a daze,

Surround me in a purple haze.

I could fall asleep in this tent,

The smell alone is heaven sent.

The scent of lilac is filling my head,

I need to find an appropriate bed.

I will just sit on this bench in the sun

And enjoy the lights of the setting sun.

 

 

WINTER COLD

 

 

I feel so cold.

Ice is forming on my arms.

What is happening to me?

Why are my leaves drying up?

Ouch.

A cold wind just hit me in the face.

I wish I could hide.

But I’m stuck in place.

Waiting.

And waiting.

I think I fell asleep.

For the sun is out.

My ice is melting.

The breeze is now warmer.

It’s brushing the snow

off my cold arms.

My arms feel less heavy.

Soon it will be spring.

Time for celebration.

I can’t wait to see my

green leaves again.

Birds will return to

sit on my arms.

They will build their nests.

Life will be good again.

Only a few short months left.

I will take another snooze.

See you in the spring.

A BLANKET OF RED

Nordic landscape

A blanket of red

covers the landscape.

Fragrant and soft

as it protects and serves.

A place of comfort

and a place to sleep.

A keeper of memories

of the lost tower.

What was once a stronghold

is now a carpet of beauty.