An old heart moving
against the Warragul wind,
to feel the cold rain.
Admiring the wild green hills,
slowly devoured by houses.
Tag: wind
The View
Condensation moves
My view of the world
Distant trees stand
Distorted by condensation
Wild wind whistling
Rain lashes the outside
Near and far from me
Whistling outside prison
Ceiling light reflection
Raindrops dance in my light
Outside night creeps slowly
My view reflects only me
Condensation sets in
Rain running down, down
Outside is a dreamland
Rain, wind and whispers
My warm prison is artificial
My view clear in my reflection
Last Rose of Autumn
the sea calls to the wind
the wind calls to the sun
the sun calls to the moon
the moon calls to winter
the land begins to close
as the land closes
the last rose of autumn
begins to take flight
petals ride on the wind,
for there is no sun;
only the moon and winter
The Meadow
skipping along
singing a song
thinking of blue
sunlight and you
a gentle meadow
wild winds bellow
sweets and light
dancing all night
