If only your love
Were as constant as the rain
I’d be your puddle.
Photo and haiku copyright to Englepip©
weather
Peculiar
Photos by Englepip ©
Peculiar – that’s what it is
When wetness falls out of the heavens
to touch the trees and the mountaintops,
making pools on the ground ….
but such is rain.
Strange when the ocean recedes
And the rocks are exposed for hours
Before it returns to the same place to start over ….
As the tides come and go.
Odd when the leaves fall off the trees
and the branches wave like witches’ fingers in the cold
when temperatures plummet ……
in the Fall.
Unfamiliar when the land is covered in snow
And it drifts in folds across the landscape
Making everything clean and white and blanketed ……
in winter.
Uncanny when the wind screeches wildly
Whipping up the water into huge waves
Demolishing our world ……..
in a hurricane.
Bizarre when standing on dry land
leads to slipping and sliding as though on glass
And nothing is stable enough to be walked on ……..
without falling on the ice.
Peculiar, that the most natural things in the world
Our weather, seasons and tides can be so strange.
Day 2
Digital artwork by Englepip© using LunaPic
Sunshine and showers.
Sunshine and clouds then
Sunshine and wind.
If the weather changes so do I.
If it is hot sooo am I.
Husky dusky hot but too hot to handle.
If the weather is sombre
I see black but
If the weather is grey
I fade into nothingness
But… if the wind blows down the valley
and the sun shines on the fields
I dance in the open
And glow with happiness.
Englepip's World 