STACIA REYNOLDS

STACIA REYNOLDS

WINDS OF CHANGE: SONNET 1

Winds of change renew the hues of seasons,

States of disposition framing the mind.

Why art thou bliss when ignoring hues tones?

Beauty of state why art thou so blind?

Does not the winds restore thou winsomeness?

Why thou come not what is appreciative?

Does not nature perceive its peacefulness?

Does thy mind distort when deflective?

Emerging in oneself is forgetting.

Night or day or spring or fall art visions.

Change of wind hues a glow art enthralling.

Hues’ inspirations give soul perceptions.

Winds of change, due seasons of thy mind’s eye,

Art thou journey to begin, and then fly.

THE WHISPERS OF THE RAIN

The rain mists, like the midst of a waterfall.

The birds quietly take a bath.

It is a quiet rain,

Soothing in a sense.

It is serene…

It quiets the soul.

It is a peaceful rain, after a dark night.

It refreshes the mind.

A mind that has been clouded.

A heart that has felt sorrow.

It washes over…

It makes clean.

The heart begins to sing;

As the bird’s melody erupts,

From within

The whispers of the rain.

TWENTY FOUR HOUR CYCLE OF TIME

The sun falls upon the horizon

Revealing the beauty before night

As the moon replaces its glory

Illuminating darkness in sight.

It is to be seen, as will be heard

No longer will she silence the night.

Nor deafen the strong voice inside

Or shall the still small voice hide.

Under the darkness that encamps around

As the leaves change from green to gold

His hand reaches out when it’s cold

Revealing noon’s brightness, or

A night that is bold.

All a twenty- four hour cycle of time

As the body becomes dust to dust

The promise of eternal life stays

Which has no time, in view from above.

In the day or the night, it remains

The illumination of the heart

The promise continues, displays

A glory too bright to part.

STACIA REYNOLDS