Do I need hope, and anticipate
Or try to be serene, and believe
Looking around at all the creation
Why do I feel so much like a leaf
Leaves fall off trees flying to and fro
His cool breathe allows rides for free
Seeing His handy work far below
My short life sees the beauty in trees
© 2014 Michael Yost 06/21
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anticipate, Cycle of Life, Death, Dreams, Expectations, Faith, God, Handy Work, Life and Death, Love, Michael Yost, Serene, Wonder
Wind increasing the orange red flames
Sparks and embers rising from hell again
Igniting the wind driven tumbleweed
Given to spread new life shedding their seeds
Pushing ahead of the raging flames
Not given into the licks of his pain
Watching her seeds being exposed to the heat
Falling through the flames to complete
Green away, green away, green away all
There goes brown, tan and the burning brawl
Watch as the hills turn black blue, and gray
Then the tumbleweed will raise another day
@ 2012 Michael Yost 11/21
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