9-1-13 branches in a storm

sprightly branches dance
in passionate gusty winds
close held by weather

7/26/13 at a picnic in the rain

Drops falling swiftly,
Driving through the sandy loam.
A little river.

Poem for the day

At bedtime

Weariness leans on tired eyes,
the soft bed hints on sweet delights,
the moon softly lights the way.

Dreams their perfumed smokes unfurl,
adding to the weight, whispering of joy.

Poem for the day

Rainstorm

Sweet the soothing sound of rain
brushing, brushing across the wall
divine whisper of nature's shower,
making clean the trees.

Scent of clean washed grass,
mingled with watered stone,
speaks of newborn days
and the goodness of the morn.

Poem for the day

I'm going to see whether I can do a poem a day, and how long if I can at all. Here is the first poem.

Rainstorm

Down they fall,
Those soldiers grim and cold,
Giving no battle cry.
Lashing out against the foe before them

The dust and dirt against the surge
With knowing hope give way
And all can hear the thundering charge

The victory then comes with peace
And sweetened scents in train
Though soon, all too soon,
The foe returns again.