Winter Wind

 

 

Blowing down a mountain

A wayward Winter wind

Traveling with all speed

Trying to catch the Spring

 

But Spring was just too spritely

And quickly dodged aside

So the curious Winter wind

Blew onto Summer time

 

Summer time was much too dry

Winter wind grew much too warm

So it skirted ‘round the edges

And to Autumn it blew on

 

Yet when the winter wind

Blew golden Autumn leaves

Tears of ice it cried

When they fell down from their trees

 

So weak and barely blowing

Winter wind came finally home

And never through the seasons

Did Winter again roam

 

©Aarron Mondello

26/8/2018

The Heat

By Aarron Mondello

4/12/2017

The heat is baking
My creative
Juices into dust
I can not wait
For the sun to abate
At the coming of dusk
The cool nights hand
Wrapped about this land
Is for what I dream
If you’ve lived
In the Aussie heat
You’ll know just what I mean
There have been times
In this life of mine
The road has actually melted
Tar stuck to my feet
In a burning heat
Land like an ore recently smelted
Shimmering heat lines
In the distance rise
Up from the scorching earth
In this sun kissed land
Where I lay my hand
The country of my birth
Even in the shade
On these hot days
There’s no reprieve from the sun
But I wouldn’t swap
This land so hot
For anything or anyone.

©Aarron Mondello2017


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I’ve never seen snow

By Aarron Mondello

14/11/2017

 

The sun rises clear
In a cool blue sky
White mist coats the land
A pristine blanket
So peaceful to behold

Dew drops glisten
On all the leaves
Like tiny pure
Diamonds sparkling
Gems amidst the cold

Snow fox cubs leap
Wrestling in the snow
A squirrel titters
Twitching whiskers
Storing acorns in its hold

A hare as pure white
As the snow covered ground
Thumps its leg in delightful praise
Unbeknownst to him a grey wolf prowls
Her hunger barely controlled

A spotted deer
Plays and leaps
Mother marching sedately along
Under the round watchful eyes
Of Mr White owl wise and old

I’ve not seen the snow before
Never walked a peaceful tundra
Only in my dreams and mind
Have I stood amongst the falling flakes
I know it only from stories told.


I would so love to walk in the snow one day before its my time.

 

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