Big Wind

Wind
it rushes over snow capped mountains
and flies between
the jagged teeth
of the Devil's backbone.
Swooping down
the slopes, bolstered by Winter's deep chill,
it flattens the dry grass of the plains,
reaching trees
that bend, leaning back and forth;
 leaves that dance on limbs
are torn away, and scattered,
capering in a mad
frantic swirl
pushed by the big wind.

K Alberti
11-23-2014

Sunset in Charles Town

Artist palette in the western sky;
impossible hues softly blending;
wispy, floating brushes.
Ripeness of a summer peach,
with gold, priceless and unattainable;
lavender fields lie beyond, the
bearer of nights starry blanket.
This masterpiece will been seen
only once,
each evening brings something
new.


~K

Bubbles

Softly floating on the breeze,
rocking gently,
feel at ease.

A Sudden gust
sends it spinning
reeling wildly,

bubble thinning.

Fear that now the
ride is over,
no more ease,
no gliding hover.

That tricky wind,
that dips and spins,
far from comfort;
and the bubble thins.

An abrupt Burst!
and then you fall,
but not the worst,
no not at all.

Landing poor
and shaken about,
dust off your britches,
and check it out.

Someplace new
that you've never seen,
someone new,
who You've never been.

Glancing up you catch sight
of other bubbles lost in in flight,
afraid to move forward,
prisoners crouched in fright.

You gaze about where
you have landed;
starting over,
upward movement, and now you stand.

What new adventures
could there be?
if you stayed in the bubble,
instead of free.


~K

Glimpse of heaven

Across a night dark sky
I look up
and see thousands
of lights
shining back to me.

So sharp, glowing
against the space
that I will never see.
An earthly bystander
sharing a glimpse
of the heavens.

How small it makes
me feel;
in the presence of
faraway giants.
As they appear a twinkling speck
so must I to them.

Spread across the sky
in stark relief
the lights of a thousand years;
far away and gone now,
they still shine for me.

Poets at work

Times past, ink stained finger tips,
laboriously fretting over words;
balls of paper, hard to come by,
rolling on the floor, kicked
in agitation of thought.
Hair standing on end,
blue tipped, indigo stained,
crazy testament to thought.
Groans of disappointment;
curses of frustration;
until that one word or phrase
is let loose..
then rapid scratching and
exaltation.

Poets at work.