I am adding more from last night.
Untruthful Portrait
The mirror draws a portrait of your face.
It could make a mistake,
a blemish.
Like a mother putting on your makeup,
preparing for a first date.
If mirror wished,
he could be wicked,
he could deceive.
But mirror is truthful,
breaking you delicately,
for the truth is a hard thing.
But he cannot make you cry,
he cannot make you live you life right.
You can only change yourself,
from the inside then out.
March
March skips in,
laughinf and singing,
but what a temper,
soon he will erupt.
With one word of discontent.
But then march turns to scorn
jeering, and laughing.
March plays hide and seek
skipping in and out of spring.
March will try not to leave
he will cry to you,
to let him stay.
“Oh march, oh march.
youmust go away,
for dearest old April will soon be huffing on her way.”
“Oh March, oh March,
where have you gone?
Just disappeared,
I suppose it won’t really be that long.”
Wind
Wind walks in,
as a timid deer,
kneeling at the stream,
rippling the water as it drinks.
In the wood,
low to the ground,
it grazes.
But a twig cracks,
and up it flares,
senses alerted.
High up iit flees,
out of the wood
and faster than the ocean
Way way up high
wind climbs the cliff
it stands there and laughs
proud and defiant
and as an eagle soars
up in the sky
wind disappears.
Corduroy Fall
Corduroy is like Autumn,
rolling like a gentle hill from summer to winter,
But denim is like summer,
blazing the same through and through.
Corduroy is like a camel,
the humps on it’s back movie as you walk.
While denim is like a snake,
slithering smooth and straight.
Corduroy is like a maple,
sprouting and changing through every season
But denim is like a birch tree,
tall and lean, but fading and falling apart in the fall.
