Harbinger

Shimmering harbinger of suffering,

I laugh at your attempt to cause fear,

Sweeping red and gold across the sky,

To say beware.. I am comeing,

I smile and sip my tea,

I have beaten you before,

You will not get me today,

As you burn the air,

wither grass to dust,

I will ignore your rage,

And in serenity do my work.

-SirHanz

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Wake from dreaming..

Phone blinking..

Heart flutters..

She is thinking of me..

Make my tea..

Check my mail..

Walk the dog..

He chases his tail..

Another message..

Short but sweet..

I wonder if she is sleepy..

Tired and dragging feet..

Do I bother her..

With morning prattle..

I wonder as I type..

I wish there where..

No need for words..

To sit silent at her side..

And watch the riseing sun.