29 April, 2011

Comes A Time

Sweet-tempered are the ocean waves,
On the shore they're breaking,
When the tide is rolling low,
Comes a time of green and
Grown, comes a time of

The Steadfast Tree.

Mean-mannered is the mid-night wind,
Breaking on a shore no more,
Comes a time of worn
And tired, comes a
Time of

The Hollowed Stump.

Copyright Denise A White

19 April, 2011


Fanaticize age
On a street going nowhere
In the winter years

Copyright Denise A White

14 April, 2011

Sapphire Jewel

Once upon a morning dew
your hair was sunlight lit,
eyes of sapphire blue jewels
the fruit of ruby red upon your lips.

I could not help but wonder
what made the day glow bright,
was it your face of beauty
or the sun's intense orange light?

So I set out to explore them
gifts as sweet as these,
the door had been opened to me
I meant to go inside,  be pleased.

Oh, woman of the morning light
You came to dance and  sing, with me
for we could enjoy the rays of sun
In a bright prism to be as  one.

Copyright Denise A White

04 April, 2011

In The Wind Comes Fall II

Unnoticed through the summer light, it comes
rippling surface blue, floating like the
white and brown geese, instincts
riding through.

Paint by number, still it flys. Message in eye
burns true. Calm the colors as they fall:
oranges, yellows, sometimes gray,
in the wind comes fall's

Copyright Denise A White