Snow in June

White and grey

from desert

it flew,

storms with rain

and hail;

pellets of ice

 

Godless revenge

 

Nature with pleasant advice

An hour in May.

 

Even in train

so light and special

                                                                                                       On mountains they were born 

conscienceless,

broke the mother vessel.

 

Snow in June.

 

                                                                                                                                         (Lady of Poetry)

 

                                                                                   

 

Peaceful Giants

Wouldnt know

They exist

Till they come.

Throw shadows over

Mist.

 

Imperfect colours

Spread

On the field of

Mind.

 

Running goose

Catch each other

On the dark side.

 

Air blowing

Through my heart.

North to south.

 

At the shore

Of an ending sky

Resting mortal body

Next to this

Murdered mouse.

 

                                                                                    (Lady of Poetry)

 

 

Ode to the sea

 

Intrigued sound

of whales

roaming

across the land

of waves.

 

It’s not the love

they need;

Only the deep longing

they found.

 

At the shore

they see the blossom

of the old wise

trees.

Just as a maiden

who waves good bye

to an eternal

romance.

 

At the sky

above

they see a handkerchief.

So white, pure;

transparent.

It may fly;

carried by

a mellow breeze

that’ll take it

to it’s destination, for sure.

 

                                                          (Lady of Poetry)

 

 

Stumbling on the fields

 

Silky morning

light

fading into

Windmills.

Empty longing.

Deep and bright.

 

Hiding under

a red blanket

made of cotton.

Silently shouting,

Seeking a touch.

 

My mind begins

to travel.

Flying, seeing

all the lovely things

that couples need.

Without a crutch.

 

Wide blue sky

above

yellow fields

close

to curves of trees.

 

Warm arms

embrace

My mortal body

with

a soft breeze of

Love.

 

At moments of passion

We admit,

Yeah, we know:

Words are not enough!

                                      (Lady of Poetry)