Midnight Migration

“In long formation, headed out…”

Across the cloudy moonlit sky,
As midnight tolls the hour of doubt,
In long formation, headed out,
A seagull flock goes flying by

They know they must, and so they fly,
The restlessness, it drives them on,
As my mind echoes, still, till dawn
The gull-at-midnight’s
Mournful
Cry

Snapshot – Forest Sunset

The sun is setting full behind the trees
Its rays like arms that reach up in the sky…

The sun is setting full behind the trees
Its rays like arms that reach up in the sky
Then slowly start to fade out by degrees
As crickets sing an evening lullaby
With frogs that you can also hear nearby
And wind and cars to finish the refrain
So put down everything that’s gone awry
Let go of all your sorrows and your pain
Release the thoughts that bind you to the breeze
Hold on with all your heart to times like these

Her Telyn

It was way out on the edge of the fair,
She sat, playing her telyn;
And I stood, transfixed

Watching her hands move

Listening to sound like
Wind,
and
Waves

The day is new, and
The year is still young;
Still, at times, we realize
We all have some sort of thirst
For the old well’s water