Snowman

He stands forgotten in the garden
Children’s voices echo on the air
Shouts of glee taken by the wind
Scattered here there and everywhere

Short-lived joy of yesterday
Existing worlds apart
The man of snow stands in the cold
But he feels a warm glow in his heart

©Denise G Allen, 17 January 2013 06:31

The Wind

The Wind

.

Lying on the silky *strand

A study in immobility

I feel the warm wind

Caressing me

Polishing my skin

With fine grains of sand

And the softest spray of sea

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Photograph: Per kind favour of http://granny1947.wordpress.com

©Denise G Allen, 09 January 2013 06:02 *Edited 08:19

*Strand: The shore of a sea, lake, or large river: “a heron glided to rest on a pebbly strand”. The Free Dictionary.

Renewal

.

 I feel a clear fresh wind

Blowing through my brain

Sweeping out the cobwebs

So I can live again

.

I feel a clear fresh wind

Dusting out my mind

Vacuuming up bad mem’ries

And leaving good behind

.

©DGA 19 January 2012 05:35

Wings of the Wind

 .

On the wings of the wind

I fly through the sky

and the wings of the wind

raise me up to the high-

est point of the blue

so I’m nearer to You.

 .

I’m removed from the cares

and my earthly fears

when I float in the rare

ambience of the air

while my dream is refined

on the wings of the wind.

 .

©DGA 26 December 2011 13:34

The Wind

.

Wanderer

Traveller

Herald of the weather

Whether

We gather

All together

Hot and humid

At the seaside

Blowing seasand

Breath is spumid

On the skin

Evaporates

Elaborate

Chilling scheme

 .

©DGA 14 December 2011 12:49

Setting Sail

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I’m setting sail for nowhere

Just blowing on the wind

With my eyes on the horizon

I wonder what I’ll find

.

I’m setting sail for nowhere

And relying on the wind

Unlike the Ancient Mariner*

To prove to be my friend

.

I’m setting sail for nowhere

I hope I reach my goal

And when I do make landfall

I’ll find the place called Home

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Sorry, I couldn’t embed this today:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g48_fqX7KJc&feature=related

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*Ancient Mariner, poem by the English poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge

©DGA 01 December 2011 07:10

Secrets of the Wind

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The wind touches her hair,

Gently warms the air,

Whispers in her ear,

Secrets for no one to hear.

.

She listens to the secrets

Told her by the spirits

About sunrise and sunsets

About castles and turrets.

.

Magical worlds of fantasy,

Mystical scenes of make-believe,

Are they fact or fallacy,

Why then so hard to conceive.

.

Sitting silently watching the sea,

Letting her thoughts roam free,

She is brought back to reality

By the mischievous playful breeze.

.

©DGA 10 November 2011 04:09

The Howling Wind

~~~

I listened to the wind

Howling through the naked trees

And was transported in my mind

To the Alaskan wilderness

Inhabited by wolves

Whose howling

Harmonised in tune

With the wailing wind

And the waxing moon

Life-force of the earth

And spirit of our birth

~~~

©DGA 25 August 2011 12:27

THE WIND

THE WIND

From the gentlest breeze,
Tickling the flower petals
And the long grass seeds,
To a full blown hurricane,
Venting its anger in a destructive path,
A swathe of devastation from whence it came
Until, at last,
Energy spent,
It
Subsides,
Tame as a lion,
Engorged,
Lolling in the shade,
Asleep.

©DGA 13 August 2011 09:38

Slow Death of Summer

Slow Death of Summer

The wind whispers in the trees,
Softly sighing.
Weeping leaves rain down to the ground
And the carpet of grass lies
Drying, dying to golden brown.

Image: by smbailie-photobucket.com
©DGA 23.05.2011 14:51