Night Walk

 

The birds trill as they soar from verdant green to green,

Harmony mixes with the subtle cacophony of cicadas

Filling the air with mystery and curiosity.

My home isn’t far away.

 

The stars dot the darkening sky,

The sun’s nocturnal partner rises.

He signals the evening met with howls and growls,

And the downy owl hoots an ominous whoo,

As if to cue the Moon’s imminent dominion.

 

Rain begins to patter among the trees,

But Sleep encumbers me as time begins to fade,

The bushes scrape me as I try find my way,

A trodden path illuminated by his light spots me.

 

It serpentines but I’m never lost

Despite Nature’s insistent attempts to lure me away

Night time is prime for everything but man

For darkness engulfs nature’s amiable green

 

A window, fire, disarray at bay

The forest is vast and dark but cradles my home with its verdant hands

While sleep hushes me away

Until there is a new day.

They Fear the Clear Skies

 

Her body lied down near the smoldering ruins

As onlookers looked with dismay

Shrieks of horror, and despair enveloped the crowd.

 

A Father loomed as he caressed her desecrated body.

Uncontrollable sobs sprinkled down like rain from clouds

A symptom of his inner maelstrom of emotions

Flooded his entire existence.

 

He scorned the pristine sky that abetted the mechanical birds of prey

The roaring thunder, the inner maelstrom

Ignited the once lush source of compassion and kindness

Devoured and consumed the kernel of his being.