Little Fox

Little fox where do you go?
Beyond the darken forest
To a cold delicious brook
To sip the water for a drink
Or across rocks and thorns
To find a den to keep kits safe.

Where do you go little fox?
Dancing and skipping in tall grass
As you play the day away
Or hiding from the hounds
That can howl miles away
Letting hunter s know your near.

All That’s Beautiful To A Blind Man

All that’s beautiful to a blind man
Is hearing the laughter of children
Jumping around at a nearby park;
Feeling the Sun’s rays giving warmth
On a beautiful day he can not see as birds sing,
He can hear their beautiful music;
Or bending to scratch the velvet head
Of his dog which helps him walk around town.
Smile crosses his face when roses fill the air
He may not see but can feel, touch, smell and hear
The beautiful that surrounds his ever being.

As fading–

light drains away like leeches
to darkness

which brings moon
in its pallor against
dark black drop of night

and now nocturnal music
awakens the night

singing softly in my ear.

It’s the immortal song of the night
with eerie wind which beckons

to call out loud ones name
only to bite its tongue instead

as music of the night
stirs my sleepy slumber
again

April is poetry month again and this prompt I like a lot. From April 13 here is link: poem and prompt

Old Room

Remembered just the same
Color of walls look still new
Day they got repainted
Along with carpet
Still soft under my toes

Bed I selected on still there
Tucked in the corner
With same coverings
Which kept me warm;
Safe from anything I knew

Room like it still was
Except items I had taken away
Posters down hidden somewhere
Lost but not forgotten
But still is my quite space

I lay there in bed now
Remembering my times here
Enjoying my brief stay
One more time; one more night
In my old room again

Busy Over The Home

Busy buzzing bee you are flying over the home
From one point to another you busy yourself
Housework making a home clean, presentable to all
Their flowers you take the honey making them clean;
Managing until it’s to your liking one chore at a time.
Refrigerator you store your honey food in,
Then harvesting, preparing it for your children and spouse
They come in, marvel what dish you make
Wings and a smile you are glad they enjoyed it
As honey meal disappears before your eyes.
Work at home mother with two little ones
Your life buzzes around; flying to keep everything in order
Which at end of day you’re satisfied all will work out
Until tomorrow when more busy buzzing work to do.

Mighty Storm

Mighty storm I bend to your knee
To dissuade your winds from using force
You bring destruction in your wake
Which I can hear the ground shake
Your rumble is heard for miles
Angry are you let your rage out
You wash your destruction with rain
Hoping to make it disappear
But your tears of rain turn into lakes
Causing more damage in your wake
Mighty storm secede your wrath
Bring your mighty forces to an end