Teasing Rain

I hear the wind calling The skies look quite grey The world is growing quieter I think it’ll rain today

The bell chimes are ringing The air has grown cool The sky is darkening And the afternoon too

Surely the rain must be coming Surely it’s moments away Soon I shall hear rain drops falling Like drums beating away

But no, the day passes into night And gone is the cool air The skies went from grey to black But not a drop was there!

Oh it was just teasing me The dear old weather Well, it will rain sometime So I guess it doesn’t matter

Copyright © 2015 by Kwek Yi Zhen

Originally from: http://poemsforocassions.blogspot.com/2015/05/teasing-rain.html

The Mystery of the Night

Ah well now it is strange indeed

The mysteries of the night

The light turns to darkness

And the darkness turns to light

There is no frenzy there is no buzz

Things are warm and cozy

And everywhere little children

Wait for a bedtime story

People retreat indoors

There is no need to be out

Stay out too long and others wonder

What mischief you are about

The night brings suspicisions 

As much as it brings rest

The darkness ever blinds our eyes

Putting sight to the test

The air grows quieter

Things start to still

And in the sky the stars twinkle

As they forever will

It is a fog indeed the night

Through which I cannot see

Beyond the ending of a day

Another yet to be

Copyright © 2015 by Kwek Yi Zhen

Originally from: http://poemsforocassions.blogspot.com/2015/05/the-mystery-of-night.html

Yosemite

Half Dome in Winter 2014 Yosemite National Park

There is a place carved by glaciers

That no one knew was there

It grew wild and unfettered

With freedom in the air

It was hidden away for eons

This temple of nature grand

Locked away for ages

From the sight of man

No one thought to look

For such a place could not exist

Such a place, so remote

It was easy to miss

But to see it, to discover it

Is worth every trouble to get there

For the place breathes of magic

And it lingers in the air

To see the brilliant Yosemite falls

Glide down to the earth

Like wisps of smoke slowly descending

While singing of the day with mirth

Then to go closer

Simply stop and stare

Hear the roar of the water

As the spray flies up to the air

To stand simply amazed

As the roaring falls transforms into a river

That weaves its way through the forest

As though strolling but even slower

And to hear the laughter of that river

As it skips over rocks and stones

Is to drink the deepest contentment

That I have ever known

But then to look up and stare

Uncomprehending at the mountains

At the glistening snow that powders it

And the musical silence, listen!

Listen to the song of the mountains

The majesty that fills your soul

The harmonizing of the trees

Upturns all beauty you have known

And to see the same snow on Half dome

Winding paths for you through the forest

Where as you walk the sweet singing of birds

Can be heard from amongst the trees caress

And the clear Merced river

As it silently flows

With water as clear as crystal

And the river bed shows

Oh but what are these words

But a lone lamp compared to the day

For some things make you catch your breath

But this takes it away

Copyright © 2014 by Kwek Yi Zhen

Originally from: http://poemsforocassions.blogspot.com/2014/12/yosemite.html