Storm Poems
Scattery Clouds
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The beautiful, refreshing storm's just now ended,
And the gleaming sun peeks at strawberry fields,
Redbuds dance for joy, for the rain is suspended,
And exquisite birdsong follows the watery ordeal.
And the gleaming sun peeks at strawberry fields,
The zesty lemon clouds have begun their drifting,
And exquisite birdsong follows the watery ordeal.
Misty gloom has vanished, wild spirits now lifting.
......
No Longer in Possession
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was an active and happy person, whose sole hobby was collecting treasures,
As night collects vast amounts of silver, with its precious moonlight measures.
I loved to amass unusual items, like first edition books or movie memorabilia,
Vintage records, ticket stubs and posters, riveting as the scent of a gardenia.
My collection grew large over the years, like fancy blooms that follow the sun,
Strewing mixed colors over mountains and valleys, creating charming visions!
I kept this collection in the detached garage, of my house way up Sunset Hill,
......
When the Clouds Roll In
by Leo Warne
On this new day the sky is mad
darkness seems to doom all man.
The clouds far up away from this land,
all of life seems to have ran.
Soaring along with the mourning lark,
while all the world is shrouded in dark.
Through the door my spirit flies,
and up unto the Heaven's high.
Snow
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The very fact of being alive, often causes one to seek adventure;
And sometimes it is no deterrent, when it carries traces of danger.
I was not a seasoned survivalist, but very much loved the outdoors,
Like varicolored flowers of summer, that are theirs mine and yours!
The red robins enthralled me, chanting down the brass sunny days,
In the way of the wild and free ones, adapted to their warm ways.
My friends were very like me, for we had many matching interests,
......
Dragonfly Storm
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
In recent years I had grown so forgetful, like noon without memory of night.
I forgot special events and sundry items, like books, my phone, or flashlight.
It was turning into a frightful nuisance, like long shadows chasing after gold,
And I sought to school myself into better habits, before older ones took hold.
My family tried to help aid my memory, with memo pads and daily planners,
Like one who embarks on a rigorous quest, until the mystery yields answers.
I resided in a beautiful, natural setting, near jade woods, a lake and a pond,
......
Clashing Colors
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
the clouds were charcoal
with deep azure peeking through
sun and mists clashing
beautiful drama
surprised, eyes turned to the skies
on the path of blooms
ever changing days
what we knew gone suddenly
......
No Longer in Possession
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was an active and happy person, whose sole hobby was collecting treasures,
As night collects vast amounts of silver, with its precious moonlight measures.
I loved to amass unusual items, like first edition books or movie memorabilia,
Vintage records, ticket stubs and posters, riveting as the scent of a gardenia.
My collection grew large over the years, like fancy blooms that follow the sun,
Strewing mixed colors over mountains and valleys, creating charming visions!
I kept this collection in the detached garage, of my house way up Sunset Hill,
......
Dragonfly Storm
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
In recent years I had grown so forgetful, like noon without memory of night.
I forgot special events and sundry items, like books, my phone, or flashlight.
It was turning into a frightful nuisance, like long shadows chasing after gold,
And I sought to school myself into better habits, before older ones took hold.
My family tried to help aid my memory, with memo pads and daily planners,
Like one who embarks on a rigorous quest, until the mystery yields answers.
I resided in a beautiful, natural setting, near jade woods, a lake and a pond,
......
Scattery Clouds
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The beautiful, refreshing storm's just now ended,
And the gleaming sun peeks at strawberry fields,
Redbuds dance for joy, for the rain is suspended,
And exquisite birdsong follows the watery ordeal.
And the gleaming sun peeks at strawberry fields,
The zesty lemon clouds have begun their drifting,
And exquisite birdsong follows the watery ordeal.
Misty gloom has vanished, wild spirits now lifting.
......
Snow
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The very fact of being alive, often causes one to seek adventure;
And sometimes it is no deterrent, when it carries traces of danger.
I was not a seasoned survivalist, but very much loved the outdoors,
Like varicolored flowers of summer, that are theirs mine and yours!
The red robins enthralled me, chanting down the brass sunny days,
In the way of the wild and free ones, adapted to their warm ways.
My friends were very like me, for we had many matching interests,
......
