Ode To AutumnThe sun is still shining in the middle of Autumn, It's heat grabs me by the neck and inprints it's ray on my skin. It's quite warm It's quite bright but it hits the colorful leaves beautifully. Almost like animation. The trees come in shades from Lime to lemon to orange to, at last, apple red. The grass is still healthy it's green is still intact. It feels like the weeds of spring. There are still good leaves among the trees. All bright and living. And the wind is still a little warm a summer's wind, it feels like. OrOde To Autumn
Ode To The TimeSitting, waiting, silently watching the clock as if I worshipped it's knowledge. The minutes, the seconds, the hours ticking in one single device. It comes in all sizes, all fonts, big and small. On the wrist, on the desk, or on the wall. It could be plain, fragile, everlasting. Twice a year it changes all around the world it's different. No matter what, it's something we can never forget to read. It is the time.Ode To The Time
JourneyEmerald skies full of black dust she cries and looks above for someone to hold under the oak she lay that day and by night the dragons kept her hidden from sight.Journey
By moon light a white pride strided to her side the journey by sands and storms led her here to the gate where so many have come before now here she came to rest undisturbed until now.
When she took flight her black wings looked like silk and cut like great black demons of the night. she flew over great pyramids of time now she cries again. In vengenc
