A murky Autumn surrounds us, a bleak, plague-ridden Winterfast approaching. What happened to Summer?I hear you ask.Good question. Don’t you remember?We already had it!Pah! When? In Spring, of course.Now, now -don’t get cross. The world is changing.Didn’t you know?The past is done. Is there no hope, then?Ah, do not despair, my friend!For there is always hope. Look around you.Do you not see it?Are you immune to its power? L...
At our local swimming pool, you can clearly perceive the pattern of the school year, especially during the holidays. It gets markedly busier at half terms and the Easter break and even at Christmas (if parents really don’t know what to do with their children on a bad day weather-wise, having steadily worked through all the seasonal movies in the nearby multiplex)! These are brief flurries of activity, but the long summer...
Sunflowers had just started to bloom. And goldenrod. When first the seige began.Now I only cry alone. Even he won't see it.He musn't see it. It's his battle. Support the troops who go to war.It's a war for him. For us. And we may be losing.I don't want to talk to anyone. A few good friends. Sometimes.Sunflowers and goldenrod are in bloom again. Colors vivid and rich.Like treasure. Precious. Here for such a short time. Pre...
A tapestry of color nature weaves,Changing greens to red and gold,Across high hills and valleys low.Heated days now a memory leaves,Spring's new life no longer bold.Gone are warm winds that blow.Summer's green packed in sheaves.Tucked away for the coming cold.Color soon traded for Winter's snow.My mind foggy as it perceives,I'm in the autumn of life's hold.Most times I'm left eating crow.Seasons pass quicker oh I grieves;...
The darkest day is not always the one without the sun.At times, it may be the one without someone.A period we feel as if we are empty,Without that best friend to make us happy.The brightest night need not be with every star in the sky.Sometimes, it is when we dance together.A moment where we are in perfect sync,Without care for what others may think.The coldest summer is not always the one that brings ice.Occasionally, it...
Autumn colors now shown Frost has touched your leaves Asleep soon beginning of fall Creating a patchwork tapestry First light alive with sparkle Awaiting a new warming sun To glisten with pearly dew Cooler day and longer nights Notifies Winter soon will come Summer is but now a memory Those long hot days on the run Soon a blanket of pure white Will envelope you for awhile Until the cold nights give way To Spring's lengthe...
By the moon I sit to seek your glory,The white rose I see creates a new story.Seasons are many,Their reasons few in between.What remains is that I alwaysLove you!For all to see,No matter where we're at,No matter the timeBut this momentThat we seek. For this momentIn the moonlight,I'm loving you,No matter what they sayNo matter what they do.You're the one whomI love,My sweet friend. So many momentsSo many timesThat we stea...
A nippy, dreary, autumn morn today.Sky invisible, everything above is grey. Morning mist enshrouding the trees. Colors of fall embracing their leaves. Creating a wonderful storybook scene. Magical portrait - red, brown, gold and green. Chilly dampness kissing my cheeks. An eerie silence, no living soul speaks. Haze falling deeper into the valley below. Blocking out light from sun's glow. Murkiness consumes most on the val...
It’s all so temporary. As days disappear on silent wings The patterns of cause and effect are rarely seen during the cyclical phases of life. Leaves fall and are swept away. The wind howls loudly on dusky days. And when the sun shines again -- as it did when we met -- you’ll no longer be here. Each second flutters aimlessly. But too quickly to catch. (I’d hold your hand if it would make a difference.) But time cannot be f...
Walking out into a starlit night.My heart is filled with delight. Hearing your call in the dark.Wondrous sound, not at all stark. Searching the shadows I find you.Again hearing, your hoot hoo hoo In the top of a lonesome pine.You are silhouetted like a sign. Against the stars and slivered moon.I listen closely, hearing your croon. Are you speaking to your mate?Belly full of mice you have ate. Or saying, your owlets have f...
The waterfall, frozen in time, has formed icicles. Kissed by Lord Winter's breath. They glisten like chandeliers in the moonlight. It is silent now. Frozen in its swift advance. Spring called for Lord Winter to relent! "Be still, be patient, Spring awakes," heralds a solitary daffodil beneath a cold March sky. I saw the branches of the trees bend down to kiss her feet. A pretty blue-eyed fairy maid, Lord Winter had to mee...
SPRING Dripping from the eaves, Snow melts slowly while it turns The hard sod to mud.***** The dog barks hoarsely, He echoes in vibrations As the moon shines down. ***** Up through the green turf, Crocuses lift heads of pearl Into buoyant air. **********************SUMMER Sunshine comes with force, As the days grow languorous With burdensome heat. ***** Seeds become green plants, The crops are bearing their fruits As farm...
Please note that this is a teaching story for children. I have included some xhosa words, so they can learn both facts and a new language in a fun way that helps them understand rather than merely memorise. Ilanga - SunImvula - Rain Umoya - Wind In a deep forest not too far from here, there stood a little oak tree. His name was Oakley. Oakley’s branches had begun to sprout the most beautiful little green leaves you have...
I try to hold onto my hopes, dreams and desires. As the days grow shorter, and the nights longer, I find that sliver of hope that kept me going start to fade. I clutch my blanket around me tighter, ignoring the clock that says I must leave my bed. I ignore the life outside my doors in favour of living inside my own personal hell. I know what’s wrong, and I know how to fix it; I just lack the desire to do anything about it...
I can feel it on my skin, the tantalizing, life-giving heat from the sun above me. My skin dries, burns, blisters, reflecting my mind much more than seldom-spoken words or actions could ever hope to achieve. I watch the red peel, revealing darkened skin below, and it amuses me. My anger, much like my skin, burns and blisters my soul, leaving behind a darker and darker stain each time I feel it, ignore it, and refuse to le...
