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Night, Wind and Son

Post No. 871

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Night, Wind and Son

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I wake in the night

To the moon and stars

Shining ever so bright

Embellishing the skies

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The wind whispers His name

Rustling through the trees

Who are you, I ask

I am He, it replies

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The Son, heaven’s crown

Blesses all He shines upon

Bringing life-giving rain

Relief from heat and pain

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©Denise G Allen, 09 September 2015 18:04


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Heatwave

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Mornings of mist and mystery

Before the sun awakes,

Slakes his unending thirst,

Drinking the last drops of dew

And sucking dry the clouds

Hanging pregnant in the sky.

Midsummer days…

Breathless pulsating heat

Throbbing through the air,

Life-draining lethargy,

Absolutely no energy…

An artificial atmosphere

Feeding pre-cooled air

Satisfies the well-heeled,

But cold showers are best

For the rest…

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©Denise G Allen, 04 February 2014 11:15


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Fickleness


Fickleness

Lying on the sandy beach
Or next to a swimming pool
In the searing summer sun;
Sweating, blistering,
Oh to be cold, oh to be cool!

Braving the open air
In the icy winter cold;
Wrapping up from head to foot,
Frozen extremities,
Oh to be warm, oh to be hot!

Characterized by erratic changeableness or instability, especially with regard to affections or attachments; capricious.
http://www.thefreedictionary.com/fickleness

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