I didn't think you would come here if I told you it was poetry!!
Sun peeking bravely, from a smoky, dingy sky,
Rushing, roaring, swollen sky, full of black and gray,
Stark barren branches, devoid of summer leaves,
Wind screaming down the mountain, to the valley far below,
We never know what cometh when storm clouds gather near,
Leo Lawton
Skies are dark, clouds are roiling,
Trees are barren, leaves are gone,
Dawn to dusk, closer each day,
Geese have left, from yonder lake,
Snow flutters down, on little wings,
Leo Lawton
Foreboding
I feel a shadow overcoming me,
I somehow, sense the end is nearing,
No matter what I try to do to change it,
Immortality is what we really strive for,
I really doubt that very few will mourn me,
Now that the battle's pretty nearly over,
Leo Lawton
Beauty
When first I saw you,
So tender and fragile,
You were so much like,
You made me think of rainbows,
All things change,
Leo Lawton
© 1998 llawton@gisco.net
Storm clouds tumbling, like demons in a dance,
Swirling, dashing, pirouetting to a drum I cannot hear,
Thunder rolls, storm is nigh, I shall savor its ferocity.
Raw lightning slashing down, among denuded trees,
Cold rain sending shivers, through the boughs of evergreens,
Golden days are gone, time marches on.
Ice skimming puddles, left from day's end rain,
Dried leaves, crisp with frost, crackling underfoot,
Oh, where has my summer gone, away, away.
Driving rain before tormented clouds,
Snow flakes intermingle with the pounding of the rain,
Storms of life are different every one.
Perhaps sometimes its well just not to know,
But we will face the wrath of furies directed in our path,
and know that we are strong and shall go on.
changing shapes, ever boiling,
beauteous, as they may be,
Winter's coming, onto me.
flown away, across my lawn,
Fall colors scattered, in the wind,
or in a scrapbook, safely pinned.
long days of Summer, gone away,
wind is shrieking, past my door,
colder, colder, evermore.
nesting grounds, they forsake,
steam arises, with each breath,
frozen streams, still as death.
covering up, all pretty things,
rosebuds wait, until the Spring,
sleeping, sleeping, everything.
death creeps up and knocks upon my door,
fear peeps in a bit around the corner,
as consternation walks across my floor.
nothing is just as it used to be,
I have this nagging thought of darkness,
a feeling of complete futility.
nothing really matters anymore,
I know somehow my days are short in number,
until they finally total up the score.
we all want to go on with life somehow,
it doesn't seem like mine should quite be over,
but I feel death descending on me now.
I found it difficult to make new friends,
to those who feel that once I may have wronged them,
I offer now to make final amends.
The storm is slowly turning into calm,
To those who shall weep upon my passing,
I offer you the Twenty Third Psalm.
I thought of rosebuds,
in the early morning dew.
like the flowing beauty,
of a golden morning sunrise.
the delicate gossamer wings,
of the multicolored butterflies.
where pastels merged into eternity,
and there was beauty in my mind
but, I loved you then,
And I love you now.