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.