Afternoon memories

There's a time that's close to evening

When the sun sets in the west

When your body feels like sleeping

And you want to have a rest

It's the time for softly dreaming

Of the times that you hold best

It's the time of sad awakening 

Of a weight upon your chest

For the mem'ries in your being

of your young and care free past

Upon the sky are dancing

On the golden rays of past

But the sun soon sets at evening

Leaving hist'ry in your breast

2/8/2020

A bit of sparkle

A bit of sparkle in the sky

went adrift and caught my eye

I saw it soar into the sky

dancing and shining upward did fly

🎇

The Wind

The Wind

The wind hurried 

through the trees

her airy fingers

brushed through the leaves

Her song was whispered

in the boughs

of every tree

The lofty pine, the weary willows

The scent 

of green things growing

was carried in her arms

billows never slowing

Dust from the plow

gave her a form

but soon vanished away

lost in her storm

The wind

has her solace 

In the deserts of the land

It is her special place

Let her be 

let her roam

Pity her

She has no home.

RJVK

 31 June, 2020