making sense of the world

dreams are merely waves
tormented by winds of change
that reach perception

a journey interrupted

this night, howling winds
gather at my window to
demand free passage

empty promises

 

a natural melody

as bright spring returns-
winds and leaves are impatient
to rekindle love

count your blessings

soaked by autumn rain
winds come to remind you that
things can get much worse

 

J M Lysun