Hands buried in dirt
Tilling my own little farm
Back to the basics
~~ Dominic R . DiFrancesco ~~
Hands buried in dirt
Tilling my own little farm
Back to the basics
~~ Dominic R . DiFrancesco ~~
Cold salt spray rains down
Winds like daggers frost the soul
Of hearty sailors
Death may lie on the next swell
On their way to calm waters
Such is their lover
Both cruel and kind on a whim
With no emotion
She is as she’s always been
Nature’s passionate abyss
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Feel the warmth of sun
Cutting through the frozen air
A bud shows its face
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Flaming orange clouds
Soft and inviting overhead
Sorbet of the sky
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Beauty in all things
Is what I see through these eyes
Window with a view
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sillhouetted owl
Feathers ruffle silently
Who will be his prey
~~Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Clouds layered thick, dark
Framing nature’s ragged face
She weeps for the sun
They are but star-crossed lovers
Counting down to reunion
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sunlight’s refraction
Hostage to frosty prism
An icy rainbow
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Coo of morning dove
Announces entrance of dawn
Gecko’s welcome warmth
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Shine on haloed moon
Over nighttime sky thou art king
Thy subjects slumber
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~