Leaves wither and die As lovers look on
Toxic Air
It is a forest fire Of plastic trees The air is choking With toxic chemicals We will not survive This man-made disaster For we made our bed Now we will lie In our grave -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #77
Fire blew smoke hoping for some reaction. It would make no difference.
A Storm Brewing
Pitter- patter hits the tin roof Whistles and howls combine With crackling clashes In this symphony of sounds It reaches a crescendo As all peace is lost And the light has faded With darkness settling in amongst the noise -Kel Dayheart
Not a Question of Or
It is not a question Of nature vs. nurture As the answer is neither It is a combination That makes us Who we are -Kel Dayheart
Brief Pleasure
The light filters through Down, down, down Until it reaches me Playing across bare skin I find delight In this brief pleasure -Kel Dayheart
Haiku #58
Which is more sating Splashing along the sea-edge Or puddle jumping?
Blackout #68
The anchor lowered holding the heart of midnight.
Free Spirited
Quick like the wind That blows swiftly In any direction That it chooses Free to do as it pleases -Kel Dayheart
Sight to See
Babbling brook Is no match to the sea But it is still A scenic scene And a sight to see -Kel Dayheart
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