PAGES TURNING
Beneath the morning's invisible heavy,
sits the dawn in silent pose.
Ever vigilant holding back the season,
dust devil curls dressed in summer clothes.
This raptures deployment of heated remains,
reminds us what has been and will always come again.
In final defiance of seasonal claims,
before the curtains fall-gentle leaves-natures change.
This given to the day, the pages well worn,
dog-eared back in time and colorful in display.
Natures turning of the page released then reborn,
another season in return for the moment...
will stay.
The Goatman's Cafe
Published Nov. 1998, in the ezine "A Writer's Choice
Literary Journal"
Published in "Liquid Glyph" ezine Vol #6
GARDEN OF DELIGHT
There's music in the air,reaching to my heart
I feel the pulsing melody,
the magical sound of the lark
Lost in silent splendor in a garden of delight
I listen to the clouds above
as they float through bright sunlight
The wind whispers softly
as it touches my hair
I feel the soft flutter as it gently appears
Leaves wafting silently toward
the green earth
My heart fills to bursting
as I watch the rebirth
Petals of color like rainbows appear
Sprouting from the earth in a delicate flair
A mystery of loveliness,
the mornings fresh dew
Feeding the flowers with a musical view
Soft Poetry By Sand
© 1998-99-2000-2001 Sand is the author of original poetry and thoughts on this page. NOTE: These original writings are copyrighted and may NOT be reproduced, distributed or displayed in any way or form without the author's expressed and written permission.
