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Tag: nature
Making a splash
Winter Storm
Villanelle III by L. M. Montes
Waves whisper a cadence soft and free,
gliding forward, lingering, rolling back,
as sun beams dim and fold beneath the sea.
Seagulls swoop white wings so feathery,
dipping downward, soaring, as black
waves whisper a cadence soft and free.
Shadowed palm trees sway in the breeze,
bowing down, billowing, and whack
as sun beams dim and fold beneath the sea.
On horizon’s bed a ship sails carefree,
buoyantly bouncing, gliding, as off-track
waves whisper a cadence soft and free.
Gray cloudy wisps stretch in mystery,
languidly looming, searching, but lack
as sun beams dim and fold beneath the sea.
A gate clinked open amidst a rocky lee,
beauteously inviting, summoning, while black waves whisper a cadence soft and free
as sun beams dim and fold beneath the sea.
Nature Speaks by L. M. Montes
Bells chime from afar,
the melody floats,
sitting upon clouds
embarking on a
journey, waving as
they saunter by me.
A cricket plays its
violin so sweet
as sun’s beams sink low,
waving goodbye until
tomorrow, yawning
as Mr. Moon glows.
Seagulls bob and weave,
waves stretch smooth fingers
along wet sand to kiss
my toes in loving
kindness, linger
for a bit then go.
Petals by L. M. Montes
Dainty petals arch as wind pokes
touches of love breezing by,
scent bursts forth in laughter
enlightening sweetness upon
the senses erupting in the soul.
Mist in the Sunshine by L. M. Montes
Wafting up and away the pollen drifted as I lay
my head aloft a pillow of leaves,
drifts of cloud remnants break free,
separate–
wind tickles them,
they laugh,
tiny, beaded, dewy drops float and blow
a downward path–
resting pleasant mist as nature sews.
Morning Moon
Lonely Mist by L. M. Montes
The mist crept forward over the lake,
hovering like a protective angel.
All stood quiet but for a babbling,
talking brook.
Lake Fanny Hoe,
a wilderness though she be,
beheld an emptiness of people life,
a silent hush.
Wind whispered through the trees
leaves of giant green masses as they
flex their brownish bark muscles,
regal and tall.
Behind closed eyes blissful peacefulness
in every way wanders wayward
among this nature’s haven,
soft and smooth.
Love’s Walk by L. M. Montes
I walk with you on a warm summer’s day
along a vast mountainside
watching life’s jewels blow in the breeze
of the winds hands,
birds rise gracefully and float away,
they wave goodbye as wings clap the clouds.
And you say to me I love you
as you hold my hand so near,
and I say to you I love you
as we hold each other dear.
The trees lie silent in the morning mist
outlining the light sea-green horizon.
Echoes of yesterday, gently carried
by dewy spring scents,
waft gracefully across the valley’s vast
expanse lying quietly
beneath the jagged white capped masters.
And you say to me I love you
as you hold my hand so near,
and I say to you I love you
as we hold each other dear.
On winter’s ice with you I sail,
sweetly gliding, smoothly sliding.
The mirror beneath reflects our souls
telling our story of long ago.
Round and round we spin and swirl,
with winter’s white diamonds
falling gently as we twirl.
And you say to me I love you
as you hold my hand so near,
and I say to you I love you
as we hold each other dear.
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