We wander from birth to death down weathered days,
Seasons leading us through a confusing & changing
maze,
Dewy ancient Avalonic mists and whispering biblical
breeze,
Icy gales that grip the soul & whistling winds
that squeeze.
Tormenting tornadoes and clumsy clouds that spitefully
spit,
Twisters tantalizing and mulberry skies that rend and
split,
Soft hazy days of blown wasps, breezy bees &
summer warm,
And whipped raspberry whisperings of dusk & soft
cherry dawns.
Dreary droughts of endless aridity that burn and
sorely cripple,
Fuzzy, furry mirages, optically waving from lakes of
distant ripple,
Hurdy-gurdy hurricanes, where we´re hungrily hurriedly
whipped,
Leaving everything within her wake, totally and rudely
stripped.
Winds that taunts us laughingly, with terrible teasing
& tickling gale,
Bringing with her gifts, those of cruel wet tears &
stones of icy hail,
And when we become complacent, then storms are sent by
Thor,
Who with mighty lightening-finger, roars &
dictates & states his law.
The weathered life-long walking of our weary wanton wandering,
The wonderful windy whippings of our winding woeful
wendings,
And what fun we had in our playful & waffling
wellied washings,
In the new-rain-splashed lanes, in our widdle- puddled
sloshings.
Winter brings the silent snowy showings that lilts &
softly glisters,
Summer shows us sunny days that just sit, melt & slowly
blisters,
Autumn ends Hades heat, soothing sunburn & relieving
the pain,
Spring arrives with sunny days & the pitter-patter
of soft new rain.
The Hamatan, Sirocco & zephyr’s whispering winds lullingly
blow,
Thermals aloft, waft eagles in & out, then in the distance,
off they go,
While we wend our weary way down life´s battered weathered
road,
Until we are blown away & unhitched from life´s passing
& heavy load.
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