Storm of Night

From the West it came, huffing and puffing,
The wind noisily driving the snow.
The air was cold, the ground was wet,
But still the white did lay.

For a day and a night, the flakes layered the ground.
The roads, soon were covered and white.
The plows ran slowly down the tracks,
Left by brave wanderers in the night.

But then from the East came the sun,
To hush the wind and settle the snow.
The travelers once again did ply
The roads again to their destined end.

**NH**

Night Returns

Standing on the corner, the full moon slowing falling,
A single light, from a window high,
Contrasts against the moon lighted sky.
The street abounds with shadows around,
The darkness slowly overcomes the sight.
Above the living plants on window ledge stand,
Casting an image on the glass.
The moon passes into night,
At last the single light disappears.
The emptiness of Night resumes.

Thanksgiving!!

Well, the week is over, a new one starts,
We wondered if anyone else noticed,
A new day was seen, several in succession,
The sun rose, the moon set, the wind blew.
Thanksgiving!!

We walked the ground, and saw the snow,
There were Whitetail tracks within our view,
The mating season was in full swing,
Renewing the life cycle and breeding new.
Thanksgiving!!

The feeder's full, the winged ones returned.
A few still missing, hiding from the wind and snow.
Still flakes and drops came down to wet.
The dry ground, now wet, and then let us know.
Thanksgiving!!

**NH**

Watching the Day Go By!!

Sitting at the window, watching the day emerge,
The morning mist disappearing under the morning sun,
A solitary bird crosses the early sky,
The shadows begin their daily move,
Displaying, the lingering frost to the sun.

Time and the sun move forward to the west,
Sending the coolness away with the breeze,
The view for the eye, is stark and brown,
As the day moves on and blue skies form,
Evaporated the listless dew, by the advancing sun.

The horizon looms, with shreds of clouds,
Reaching for the setting sun,
Reflecting gold, yellow, ruby, gray and black,
Gathering the sun in the bosom of night,
The eyes watching the day go by!

**NH**

Time Passes On!

Yesterday is gone, the time is back,
No time to rest, no time to go,
But once again the vision past is present,
But, still no sound, to touch the ear.

Where do they go, when they disappear?
Those sounds that once, did on you grow.
But once again the vision past is present,
But, still no sound, to touch the ear.

Time Passes On!

**NH**

Pegged - Geboren - 11/1

Gone too, the background of ‘Baby Blue’,
Like it’s creator, no longer sounding,
But on 11/1 the day is celebrated,
Cause life goes on, and does now new!
Remembered, Remembered!!

Watching the Change!

Lying on my back, watching the leaves fall,
The waning days of summer, the early autumn,
The air is still, not a breeze is there,
The white images against the blue, are motionless.

My eye is drawn to an image of old,
One that has not crossed the eye for time.
A smile is brought upon my face,
As the image becomes more visible.

Suddenly, the image shifts, and forms anew,
And the smile turns to darkness,
As the white image becomes – blue!

**NH**

Around and Around

Day after Day, Night after Night .. the time moves on,
From East to West, the Day follows Night, Night follows Day,
While Winds blow and Rains fall, nothing is heard,
There is no soul.

The Grass it sprouts, the Leaves they come,
The gray and brown turns to colors,
Silently, the dark turns to light and bright,
There is no soul.

Around and Around the time does go,
As time goes forth and makes us know,
That Silence is always present, when,
There is no soul.

**NH**

Conversation

The space is always there.. still empty .. usused!
The dark of night and the bright of day displayed!
Like the warmth of the sun, the space remains!
Always the place where two can meet, in a brief passing!
Just as before, and after the passing, the perfume of life is there!
Still empty, still unused, but always remaining!
For the passing souls to stop and occupy for that brief moment!

It Still Continues

Even though the miles be many and the light of sun different..
The memories, the thoughts, the word touches that remain..
The directions the word paths have taken, the places touched..
Make a memorable spot to remain close to the friendship they build..
The sun still rises in the East and sets in the West..
The time goes on, and the knowledge exchanged enlightens the mingled minds..
No, not a physical love, but a love of minds and thoughts and knowledge love grows..
As the miles are shortened by the mode of the world and the light still exists..
Something that will always be present….

Sometimes the Spring!!

Mother Nature has a way,
Of fooling the citizens of earth.
A sunny day can melt the cover,
And make the day like May.

And though the food for life is there,
The instinct of soul prevails.
And feathered friends revert to look,
For things, where nature normal puts.

But though this quirk of deception is there,
It soon will be gone again.
And the citizen returns to find his food,
Where other friends provide.

The Times of Winter

Times of Winter

Night ends but the sunlight of day is reluctant
The chill winds of the West Continue to Blow
The gray dawn awakens the mind, but
Sleep still lives in the head

The snow is stopped but the fall remains
The first to arrive in the darkest dawn is the Hare
And soon in the distance the call of the Jay
Pierces the peacefull calm

The call is soon followed by the beating of wings
The Junco and Turtle Dove walk into view
Then the flutter of smaller wings enters the sound
And the Finch and Sparrows arrive at the purch

But non-the-less, the awakening continues
As dark turns to dawn
The snow is not forever

It soon will be gone

The Lonely Entertainer

Sometimes when the season is supposed to be Joyous and Happy..
The words won’t flow.
I was sitting looking at favorite places, Hoping to heighten the spirit.
I found this picture I took while visiting on of my favorite places,
And the thoughts of that place brightened my face and reminded me of a wonderful time.
I call this piece a thought to remember, a thought to store away for another time when the sky is cloudy and a smile needs to be aroused.

Lonely Entertainer

I was sitting in an outdoor café..
Watching people, boys and girls, couples, young people, scurrying on their designated path.
The sky was gray, the wind was brisk, the air contained a nip of frost.
Heels clicked on the tarmac street of the market place.
The coffee was hot and steamy in the outdoor air.
In the distance the sound of the concertino.
Bearly audible against the street noise.
I took my camera from it case and searched the distance for the sound.
Alas, the sight from above came into my lens.
I did not know the tune, the notes were muddled and soft.
But there the Lonely Entertainer sat astride his scooter.
Hoping, anticipating the sound of coins into his nearby container.
Enough for a meal, a warm drink or better.
But even so, some joy and happiness entered the eyes of the passersby
As the sound continued on.