Waves crash against the rock

Again and again

The rock – unmoving – takes every beating

Without complaint, without wavering

The water, dark and stormy and rough

Or sparkling and clear and gentle

Both the rock withstands

– stoically –

Yet still, the waves unrelenting

collide and recede, collide and recede

The bees flirt with flowers,

but never for too long. They can’t

give the impression that their

stay is forever. They flirt with

the daisy uttering sweet nothings, but

only to flutter away and stroke the

rose’s soft petals. Confused, stands

the daisy, waiting for the charming bee

to return.

Snow on the pavement

snow on the trees

snow on everything that can be seen.

Soft, billowy, and full of hope

a world so bright no need to cope,

but the light, that bright sunny day,

is the death, the end of the snow’s sanguine stay.