Full Moon and Wind
The wind like a sweeping broom
Wish, swish, rattling every dish Providing sounds of looming doom Clouds so fearful begin to weep What object to overcome such gloom? Every given answer is “Not I.” Even the voices from the tomb Yield for fear to be exhumed Through the day all stayed at bay Allowing the wind to have its way Finally comes the end of day Now above their many heads They take notice of the full moon Gleaming bright with a silly grin Taking control of what’s below Giving an eye to the nasty wind Which falls softly as a lamb All is quiet in this night It is now time under the covers That all heads shall be out of sight
Melancholy Sunset The deep ocean is intense indigo. There is a sleepy feeling that it casts. In its stillness there is not an echo. Sky and water are losing their contrasts.
Rhythmic song of water against the ship,
Makes my eyes close. I feel the summer breeze.
I can taste the salt on my lower lip,
While the gentle rocking puts me at ease.
The sails no longer search for any wind,
While seagulls are not to be seen or heard.
The moment appears so undisciplined,
As if not a thing is to be disturbed.
The orange sun now nearly out of sight,
Quietly kisses the ocean good night.
The Avenue, Claude Monet (1878) Golden Leaves
Whispering autumn wind came rolling in
Sending shivers to every golden leaf
Many of them beginning downward spin
Without displaying any sign of grief
The remainder held on with a belief
They have value and should somehow survive
Not falling to what they think is a thief
With power as to who remains alive
But are they some sort of romantic fools
Blinded by confusing view what is life
Distorting the basics of nature’s rules
Resisting can only create more strife
Trees stand naked, the golden leaves are gone
All now beneath the snow, none left to mourn
Betrayer Moon’s Wind, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
Tonight all are under a strange power
Sinful light of blue from betrayer moon
Waves of every ocean angrily stir
As wiry winds causing many to swoon
Unfaithful love the night wind will challenge
By entering whirling around their bed
Seeking confession, their sin to expunge
Forgiveness comes depending on what’s said
If thou has been faithful rest thy tired head
For the night wind be a comforting breeze
The unfaithful, this night they’ll surly dread
Night air shall be filled with their screaming pleas
Betrayer moon coming is not steady
Best to be faithful, be always ready
Gustave Courbet – The Calm Sea (1869) Wind of Love
Come fly with me, give me your caring hand.
We grab the wind which is at our command,
To take us wherever we shall demand,
Be it over blue sea or verdant land.
Life is beautiful when with one you love,
To share our many moments together.
Being lovingly close as hand in glove,
Tightly embrace whatever the weather.
Today wind sets us at sandy white beach,
With music of birds filling the clear air.
No doubt of love for each other we reach,
Lips meeting, symbol of love we declare.
May our special wind be ever gentle,
Taking us to places so beautiful.