Some more of my poems

The Wind.

The wind being one of the four elements,
it howls and whistles,
it sings a song to us,
of what the world was like long ago.
The wind sways and bends the trees to his whim.
They dance with abandonment to his tune,
like a fiddler, playing a sweet tune on a fiddle,
for his own amusement and delight.
The wind can lull us to sleep,
it can make the flowers nod their heads with gay abandon.
It can howl like a banshee's mournful song.
Or it can touch one's face with gentle, feathery fingers
just touching and passing on.
It is a force of nature which can be gentle or harsh depending on it's inclination.

Mystical Things.

Dragonflys, dreams and mystical things,
fill my being with delight.
Butterflies, oak trees, and flowers bind me with their spell.
Life and nature stretch out fingers, beckoning with myriad delights.
Like dewdrops sparkling in the sunlight.
Sunsets, water, ocean, and rivers quench my soul's desire for beauty.
Magic is encapsulated in each day,
Our eyes and hearts have to be open to find it.
Life is beautiful, behold it's glory, majesty, and might.
Then look within to find it's parralell.