The Wind Blew Cold
• 11/29/23 at 09:44PM •The wind blew cold,
across the lake.
Lightly dressed, was I
how much cold could I take?
Wind blows hard,
taking the rain sideways.
Stinging my ears and face.
I will ask for warmer days.
The wind blew cold,
across the lake.
Lightly dressed, was I
how much cold could I take?
Wind blows hard,
taking the rain sideways.
Stinging my ears and face.
I will ask for warmer days.
Facing the wind, bravely,
a strong, little flower,
with stem vibrating,
hour after hour.
Though the wind blew,
gusting with power,
the stem became stronger,
hour after hour.
Wind rustled,
through cattails,
near the pond,
rippling the water.
A peaceful sound,
with aroma unique.
Close your eyes,
enjoy a nap.
You will fall
into a deep sleep.
Long lay, the grassy plain,
dry in Summer, awaiting rain.
What happens when clouds will burst
as parched land, quenches thirst.
Louie Schwartzberg is an American director, producer, and cinematographer. Since 2004, he has worked as a director for films, including the 2019 film, Fantastic Fungi, and the 2014 Netflix series, Moving Art. More
I can't wait
until the Lilacs bloom,
as the scent of the flower
permeates the sunroom.
The color of purple
flowers in bloom,
will make the season,
and have less gloom.
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Out the window,
through the pane,
seeing the storms,
seeing the rain.
Funny in words,
some are so trite,
people out walking.
Somethings not right.
Rain splattered windows,
windblown rain.
Stay dry this day,
do I need to explain?
Dark was the night,
pale was the Moon.
A burst of light,
which ended too soon.
The wind sprays,
rain onto my face,
down my neck,
all over the place.
Attempting to plant
bulbs for Spring,
as they grow.
Oh, the colors they will bring.
The Sun rose slowly,
in the Eastern sky.
"No rain in sight",
was the well-known cry.
At last, we could
tape and paint,
the outside walls,
to a blue faint.