The Breeze Doth Blow in the Wind(February 21, 2011)

The Breeze Doth Blow in the Wind
February 21, 2011

The breeze doth blow in the wind,
the might of the storm begins its fight,
the sky is darkening gray,
as if night is nigh.

The howls of thunder,
the sparks of fright,
the leaves swarm in spite,
they are the only things moving in sight.

The bitter chill of light fleeing,
as the deserted earth begins to sway,
the disturbance grows with power greeting,
the twigs fly in the extreme whisper.

The down fall of rain,
the drenching of things,
the sorrowed sky releases its cry,
the sky falls like a turret aims and fires.

The beastly roar causes the world to listen,
as it is heard and heed taken,
the shelters try to stay right,
when every bit is shaken.

The storm goes over wanting never to end,
the unpleasant row of color mixed genius,
begins to leave the scene,
as the light shines through the gaps of shifting obscurity.

The breeze moves to another part,
and the clouds follow along,
and take the noises that don’t belong,
it becomes calm.

Finally in the clear,
the glow is near,
the sight that was taken,
begins to appear.

Oh Little Notes(February 18, 2011)

Oh Little Notes
February 18, 2011

Oh little notes where are you?
The letters to my words.
The color to my world.

The ingredients to my food.
The pixels to my picture.

When will you show?
I can’t see you in this place.
Or hear your grace.

Your little light to the room.
Your little glow in the night.

How many are you?
Are you coming soon?
I’d like to meet.

Oh little notes where are you?
The letters in my song.
The color of this piece.

The ingredients of this feast.
The pixels unique.

Oh little notes,
you’ll come eventually,
and I’ll write when you’ve arrived,
so I’ll never forget where you are.