Child of Innocense

Child of innocence, I miss your sunny days We joyously frolicked in extended plays Ever since you've left the scene The streets are lonely, dark and mean Child of innocence, return to me now With your simple smile show them how This world once again can respond to your glance And heartbeats flutter to the rhythm of your dance Child of innocence, your elegance, your beauty Beckons me now beyond the call of duty Come fly with me far and above Over the mountains in the land of love Child of innocence, messenger of joy You've touched my heart without a ploy My soul is ablaze with a flagrant fire To change the world is my deepest desire.



Fall Season

The beautiful trees in a season called fall,
With bright colors, of orange and red,
A chill in the air, as trees stand tall,
Shedding their leaves, for the winter's dread

The squirrels below, scurry to and fro,
Gathering the nuts, for the winter to store,
The birds in migration, as they look below,
The season is changing, just as before,

The changing of seasons, a sight to see,
With all the beauty, a wonderful view,
To nourish this earth, for you and me,
To cherish the earth, to make it new.

Mourning Dove

one day
of new snow
a lone gray-brown dove
swoops in for a swallow

unlike most birds
it drinks
without lifting its head
with nary a blink
of beady black eyes
on legs red-pink
the dove does drink

after having its fill
the dove does rest
beneath nearby white pine
my hands did plant
15 years past

as frozen crystals swirl
deeper the dove walks
beneath pine bough -
a shield
from above
for one lone dove

I watch
the slender figure
nestle down
into leaves brown
pulling them
with tiny beak
lovingly close
one by one
for comfort
from cold

feeling warm
and safe from harm
in home
of the moment
its tired eyes
slowly close

I watch
this symbol of peace
sleep
and wonder
of its mourning song
sung for our world
each morning

Spring

A sense of warmth is tapping at the door;
And hope, a feeling out from distant lore
– Or so it seems – clears the deep refrain!

Emerging youth: a dormant lea awakes.
The raging colour, singing loud, partakes
In annual birth – spring is born again!

A zest anew for nascent life
Begins in floral train:
Carriage one: a snowdropp thrill;
Carriage two: the crocus;
Number three, a daffodil – dancing,
Drawing focus – as she would,
Attention seeker!

How I love our spring:
The bold and sleeker feel I get,
An inner glow, a ring!
I’ve paid the winter’s chilly debt, so
Now upon the wing!




Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010