ICY COLD

Ice Fire

Cold.

Icy cold.

My toes feel numb.

My fingers tingle.

The wind howls.

Sleep tempts me.

But I must continue

To the top of the hill.

The view waits for me.

Only a few more steps.

Silence wraps its arms around me.

I raise my face to the beauty.

The colors take my breath away.

A PURPLE TREE

FILLS MY MIND

 

 

The view fills my mind,

Soothes my soul,

Brings me inner peace.

The sweet aroma of flowers

Tingles my nose,

Draws me closer.

The sea air brushes my face,

Salts my skin,

Leaves cold footprints.

I’m running,

Eyes wide open,

Face to the sun.

I’m here

In the paradise

Of my imagination.

SWEPT AWAY

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SWEPT AWAY

Lights twinkle on the horizon.

A horizon tinted pink by the night.

I walk past the mosaic trimmed pool.

A trade wind follows me.

I’m being swept away.

By the view.

By the lights.

By the beauty.

A contented sigh drifts on the wind.

A CERULEAN SIGH

Yosemite valley by kmm625

 

A CERULEAN SIGH

 

Mountains reach for the sky,

Arms reaching so high.

White cotton balls drifting by

On a Cerulean sigh.

 

The cold air hits my face

As I pick up my pace.

I must get home soon post haste

Before my nest falls to waste.

 

Babies wait for mother

And not any other.

Beaks open wide for some food,

Squeaking in their frantic mood.

 

I can see my nest from here.

I soar down as I draw near.

Little heads bop up and down

As I dive closer to ground.

 

Chirps of joy greet my ears,

Helps allay any fears

That an intruder entered my domain.

I am happy that all appear the same.