The Beauty of the Simple Things

Subject: The Beauty of the Simple Things Thu Feb 14, 2013 7:57 pm

Cloud

White, glowing silver, grey,
massed, tall, shining with sun,
bouncing back the moon’s silky ray,
across the sky they run…

Puffs, wisps, masses high,
lonely, solitary, above the land,
in the eternal blue they lie,
higher than the Earth so grand…

Sometimes a storm,
piled taller than tall,
anything but warm,
a black swirling wall…

Sometimes a loner,
drifting on a breeze,
more or less a roamer,
sliding over trees…

Sometimes they’re scary,
covering the moon,
when one’s wary,
or making dark a desert’s dune…

Sometimes they’re just there.
Letting the wind shape them,
riding on air,
on the Earth’s hem...

Subject: Re: The Beauty of the Simple Things Thu Feb 14, 2013 8:00 pm

Metals

It gleams, it shines,
It intertwines.

It comes from stone,
Lying deep and prone.

It is dark and light,
In the day or night.

Forge, heat, twist, bend,
To possibilities, there is no end.

From an ore,
It pours.[/center]

Subject: Re: The Beauty of the Simple Things Thu Feb 14, 2013 8:37 pm

Ice.

Cold, raw, and unforgiving.
Pure whites and calm blues
along with large ice bears, rule.

Auroras

Purples, greens, and blues,
dancing like wildfire
across the sky
Relieving the stars of their
task to light the night.
Brighter than the moon and stars,
Casting shadows the sun never could.
Could only dream of.
They dance to their own music.
The pines sway to their tune.
The ice mirrors their colors.
The Northern land bows to the auroras!

Subject: Re: The Beauty of the Simple Things Thu Feb 14, 2013 8:39 pm

Fog

Fog comes so silently,
so quickly it forms.
It takes a weary seat
on the rooftops and windowsills
of the quieter cities.
Like a blanket,
it soothes the city to sleep.
It gives the stars a slight haze,
and then leaves the city in peace.

Subject: Re: The Beauty of the Simple Things Thu Feb 14, 2013 9:50 pm

Once again Welcome I hope you are finding your way around.
wonderful pieces may your pen ever flow
Roses to you
Water Rose

Teresa

Subject: Re: The Beauty of the Simple Things Sun Feb 17, 2013 6:01 pm

Wind

High, low, fast, merciless.
Ripping across the land
with the power to topple mountains,
it is the force to which all will move

It bends trees low,
to the ground underneath,

It will wear away mountains,
with a force greater than a storm.

It will shift oceans,
and create the tide to move the world.

Of course, wind might, if in the mood,
upon a low breeze brood,
in quite a calmer, gentler attitude.

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