The wind is gusty, rain is cold
and falling down in sheets.
Staying home bound's getting old
( I tire of eating snacks and sweets. )

I usually love the leafless trees
but not on days so wet and dreary,
even the wildlife all agrees
of clouds and cold they're also weary.

But it's warm and dry inside.
I think I'll light a cheery fire
to chase the chill from my child bride.
perhaps to kindle new desire ?

I love to take walks
While big heavy snow flakes
Dance in the sky
They are in no hurry
In a hurried world
Their beauty is in their silence

I like to lift my face towards heaven
As angels sprinkle the flakes
Upon my lashes
And the tip of my tongue

They make me dream dreams
They calm me
When I need to be calmed
They put peace in my soul

When I have reached that place
That no one can take away from me
I slip back to the warmth of a fire place
And drink hot chocolate

Barding!
The poems,
three of them,
Were as an inspiration
by Seren,
She asked me to
pack up my old templates
And write a new,
So the

River Of No Return,
became due.

Then Shirley said
Rainbows,
which you have to
Comment perhaps too

Later,
a third one was written

Their Different Ways,

Inspired by the American
And
Canadian

Hence three poems

Silence

You have no friends for company
So you entertain your transparent ghosts
Together you walk hand in hand
With your translucent hosts

They feed you words of violence
Used to break the perfect silence

You stare at the walls in misery
So you listen to your invisible demons
Together you talk face to face
With your crystalline fiends

Their lies you happily spread
Open their mouths to be spoon-fed