My southern hills

Last time I came along this way
it was chalk upon my feet
Clouds of dust cooked by the sun
in lovely summer heat

But what a change here now to see
now autumn rains have come
the dried out dip now water-filled
reflecting autumn sun

MOTHER NATURE IS ANGRY

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I see the dark clouds gathering
ominously warning
the wise to flee
to find shelter
from the coming storm 

Flower Our Desire

Poetry challenge: Sonnet poem.

 

Oh, so swoon the rains become our magic;

gray cloud cover speaks ominous tragic

cleansing. Spring is alive bursting rampant

Touched By Real

He smiled and the world listened

if only for a moment

when everyone else seemed driven and lost.

On a spring morning