[thefolklorist]

When

The soil drank all of the sky's tears

Came

The men with their metal death

Fell

Their tools and the Earth split apart

Clear

The green erased to brown.

Time

Waits amused, chuckling softly

Humans

And their endeavors

[thefolklorist]

Tomorrow eats today—

A cucumber sandwich

At afternoon tea.

[thefolklorist]

Oh, my love,

Who knows why

People keep greed

As their best friend,

Or why they hide

When Common Sense appears.

[thefolklorist]

Like a kid playing with Mercury,

How could this love could hurt me

[thefolklorist]

Eastern Yellowjacket Queen

[thefolklorist]

They are in the next room,

And they've all gone to bed,

Dreaming up reality and fiction,

For those in this room,

We raise our cups,

and toast the Dead.

[thefolklorist]

Tonight

The stars will stir the cold wind

Summoning

Jack Frost and his Winter kin.

They

Come on broken clouds

Moonlight

Mother Nature--her fine muslin shroud!

[thefolklorist]

3 plus 3

3 times 3

Answer? 6 and 9-ing

You and me.

[thefolklorist]

Soft strokes of light,

Wake the tree song,

A new day sings to us

Beckoning us to harken

Nature and Time's voice.

[thefolklorist]

You are a river my love,

Sketching cliffs and canyons,

Drawing new cultures and ideas,

Painting entirely new civilizations,

Just by continuing forward.

I know though that the rock is tough,

That it takes times to fashion deltas,

But fashion you must.

Stagnate and pool,

Become dammed up,

Simply still yourself,

You will find that Nature,

Will take every opportunity,

To nestle in your calm.

You are a river though my love,

not a pond, not a lake

You create these,

You are not them.

Onward to the sea,

Flow and create evermore.

[thefolklorist]

Let no worries trouble you:

For you have been fashioned.

Rejoice in creation

Celebrate the Carver-

Who took Time;

Whittled you from

Rememberance and Love.

Then took Life

Sunk it deep

Well below the soul.

[thefolklorist]

Now I come to this crossroads again,

How different the paths seem now

With more steps behind me.

Yet, how do you choose

The sun or the moon?

[dragon-inc]

[thefolklorist]

[thefolklorist]

Spoken words fall into columns

Rushing past each other into

Laminar flow.

Striking ears and buzzing brains

To pay attention and heed

But the stream just misses,

Splashing the face of vacant eyes.

[metaru-lee]

[thefolklorist]

Time and gravity

Bring even Nature to her knees