Early Morning’s Dew, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Early Morning's Dew

Early Morning’s Dew

Providing jewels to all with its touch
To be seen but dangerous to disrupt
Like the butterfly fears a human clutch
Even by a heavy breath they erupt

Looking at a red rose outside my door
Are they diamonds or pearls on each petal
Getting closer in order to be sure
Never to know for not being agile

Light as possible I walk on the grass
Looking back now seeing but my green tracks
Jewels gone without sound of broken glass
To me is very strange how each reacts

After a single step I am frozen
By a silk threaded jeweled chandelier
Below a tree branch so perfectly spun
With bright jewels more than days in a year

The sun made them twinkle before my eyes
Cannot believe such a majestic sight
Each jewel being of consistent size
Now begins to tremble from the sun’s light

Slowly each jewel turns into a tear
Quietly falling to the earth below
The once beautiful chandelier is clear
With deep regrets it’s the end of the show

 

Listening, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

ListeningThe Red Canoe, Winslow Homer (1889)

Listening

The sun made its entry on this spring day
Could hear the winged choir in the brackish marsh
No idea what they’re sending my way
For sure it wasn’t the weather being harsh

Mist floated off the refreshing mirror
Eye high to me sitting in the canoe
Fish had an appointment with this angler
Want to introduce my pan to a few

Mist is now history, not a nibble
Not a concern, canned tuna on the shelf
Idleness a chance my future to mull
Realizing world is more than myself

Nice to get away from problems that weigh
Listen what the inner self has to say

 

Windy Knob, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Windy KnobWindy Knob, Greg Sieczkiewicz (2018)

Windy Knob, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Night is now being chased into the past
No signs of hurry to get underway
Tis a time I wish would forever last
Calmness allows my mind to slowly stray

Pure is my vision of new fallen snow
Landscape of white uncomplicated sight
At ease staring at its unsullied glow
Providing no reason to be contrite

Reality tells this moment won’t last
The sun shall slip higher into the sky
Pairs of eyes of many will be amassed
With their loving kisses they shall not shy

Life at Windy Knob is sight to behold
With children untrammeled out in the cold