A Weather Forecast

raindrops

Those days will come –

and then they’ll go,

with notable precision;

The rain will fall,

the wind will blow,

destroy what you envision.

But soon the sky

will tire of tears,

her raindrops’ stores depleted;

the sun will glow

with cheer once more,

and gloom will be defeated.

Upon a Gentle Evening

lake at sunset

Dark descends as sky extends her palms of candied pink;

Earth below reflects her glow in watercolour ink.

Flossy clouds in evening shrouds spin filaments of light;

Shadows stretch as ripples fetch the moon, and say goodnight.

Her Battle

Black Eye

Life has its way of blackening eyes.

Courage paints beauty where hardship resides;

Deep within tissues most damaged by pain,

Faith breeds the strength that will rise up again.

This lily variety is called ‘Black Eye’. 

The Novelist

Princess Purple

Hers is a beauty of eloquent pen,

Trilogies etched with a holy amen;

Fragile and humble, she offers her soul,

Teardrops her parchment, resilience her scroll.