Why do we wish for snow
when it’s hot outside?
And when it’s cold and stormy,
we dream about the sun?
So, when you’re sitting on the beach
with the hot sun in your face,
don’t be surprised if you begin to crave snow.
Bells to ring in the summer.
Tiny lights to brighten the day.
A fragrance to calm the mighty.
Soothing music for the senses.
Pink flowers to fill my day.
Petals falling in soft flight.
Ready to come out and play.
A soothing and heady sight.
A shady path to soft dreams.
To hot days and warmer nights.
Pink filling the lakes and streams.
A large toast to spring’s best sights.
The epic battle of the seasons.
Old Man Winter
erase all signs of Fall.
He covers the ground
with his icy cold snow.
But Fall holds her leaves close
to her body and her heart.
Some have fallen,
lone casualties of war.
The battle rages
on the ground,
in the air,
and on the water.
Fall will have to succumb
to the dictates of Old Man Winter.
She has no choice.
She puts up a valiant battle.
She will be back after Summer
finishes heating the earth.
Farewell.
We’ll see you soon.
Rays of sunshine color my world.
In shades of yellow and green.
Palm trees wave in the breeze.
Cooling my face on this summer day.
I bathe my face in the cold water.
Water droplets let loose in the humid air.
Soon my body is floating on the water.
As it carries me downstream.
I don’t care if my clothes get wet.
I must follow my dream on this hot day.
So alone.
Why can’t I enjoy the view.
Blue water cascading over rocks.
The smell of the sea in the air.
A vacation paradise.
My thoughts drift to happier times.
Times of parties and friends.
New acquaintances.
New beginnings.
Where has it all gone?
Gone from my mind.
Gone from the town.
To be replaced by dark shadows.
I can feel them around me,
Lurking beyond the pool,
Waiting for the right moment to pounce.
I refuse to let them get me.
Not this time.
The water does look inviting;
To be cocooned in its warmth.
I feel wet.
I’m in the water.
I must have been pushed.
A chuckle drifts nearby,
Transforming into a hearty laugh.
Is it coming from the shadow above the rocks?
Did it push me in?
I close my eyes.
The warmth.
The safety.
Like a baby
Returning to the womb.
THE DEAD GAME
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Beauty in the simple.
The flow of a falling vine.
The perfection of a rose.
Enough to brighten a day.
Fill you with its scent.
Entice you with its hue.
Fill you with serenity.
Bells to ring in the summer.
Tiny lights to brighten the day.
A fragrance to calm the mighty.
Soothing music for the senses.
Pink as far as the eye can see.
A place as perfect as can be.
A warm summer wind shakes the trees.
More pink petals on the soft breeze.
