The Weather

Angel Cloud
The weather this evening is pleasant.
Clouds glide through the sky on a breeze.
The fading light never dampens my spirits.

When I find weather wondrous like today,
I begin to notice all the beauty around me.

Every day increases my joy for living.

W. Wayne B.


Kindle poetry chapbook: Journey Through a Garden

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© 2015 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Angel Cloud. By Nicolas Raymond [Image license]

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Snow Memories

Rain

Rain


Perhaps you remember the falling white snow.
The earth was blanketed with mounds and drifts.
I was prepared because I saw the changing sky.
My plans were adjusted for the imminent blizzard.

In the summer I sleep beneath the stars.
Each night I wait for the rising moon.
The autumn is marked by a sense of foreboding.
It takes many days for my shudders to fade.

The spirit of the snow is like the rain.
More powerful than man, they control the earth.
The rain can devastate homes in a flood.
Snow crushes buildings with no mercy.

The simple seasons are each familiar.
I am surprised when I travel to a different climate.
My weather wisdom is no longer valid.
I wait for the snow and only see rain.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Journey Through a Garden

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© 2015 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Rain. By Pavlina Jane [Image license]

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Dreams

Eye of Newt...
I walked into the clear blue stream.
I saw fish in the clean water.
I ran from shore to shore and laughed.

I saw the storm clouds boil today.
Their golden spears cracked and hit the ground.
The thunder was awesome and the rain immense.
The storm faded into the night and I rested.

I will climb a mountain tomorrow.
I can see many sights along the way.
The hills near my home cannot compare.
The peaks of the tall range to the west are strong.
The storm and stream both stem from their heights.

I think many grand things.
My head fills with awesome visions.
My ears hear sounds of power.
My feet run to unlimited conquests.
I have a life beyond my wildest dreams
because what I imagine is real.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Journey Through a Garden

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© 2015 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Eye of Newt…. By garlandcannon [Image license]

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Ancient Forest

Ms. Squeaky
What did I find in the ancient forest?

The mountain road was a lonely drive.
The path was grown up with brush.

The fluttering canopy was beautiful.
In the clearing I saw a fox.
Once the scattering birds had left,
I was alone in a world from past ages.

My way home was illuminated
by the golden sun in the west.
My day had been happy and I smiled.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Journey Through a Garden

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© 2015 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Ms. Squeaky. By Trish Hamme [Image license]

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On the Sacred Planet

Sacred Pools
The falling rain was cold today.
I saw clouds race over the horizon.
What matters to me is hard to explain.
I value friends and people who care.

Last night I was tired again.
I began to sleep once the lights went out.
Nothing bothered me and I have no regrets.

My responsibilities are not a burden.
I live in the shadow of beautiful mountain.

I walk humbly on this sacred planet.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Journey Through a Garden

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© 2015 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Sacred Pools. By Tyler Sichelski [Image license]

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Things

Tired Man Sitting on Bed
My home is full of the things I have.

At first the freedom to increase them
seemed to be the answer to my problems.
I got everything I wanted and more.

I have been waiting for a peaceful heart.
However, my life is owned by my possessions.

How do I explain my sorrow?
I don’t understand, but I cannot step away.
Every time I turn, I have a new duty.
I thought I would finally be free.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Journey Through a Garden

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2015 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Tired Man Sitting on Bed. By Mic445 [Image license]

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Tomorrow’s Question

Glow in the dark peace sign
I found the answer to tomorrow’s question.

Words and letters did not form the phrase.
From afar, a silent voice came to me.

Now I know that I can have a happy future.
I’m finding reasons to create a simple joy.
I am surrounded by a warm, glowing light.
My days are free again, full of peace.

I have found the puzzle’s solution.
I am asking for forgiveness now.
I have hope and love once again.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Journey Through a Garden

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2015 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Glow in the dark peace sign. By Natalie Barletta [Image license]

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