Behold The Scarecrow

A looming figure in the meadow,
I dragged myself past your shadow.
Withering one battling nature
owns a formidable stature.

Holding the fort against the foe-
a looming figure in the meadow.
Long miles apart from comrades,
They are the rooted nomads.

As time wears down the lone ranger,
monotony cloaked the danger.
A looming figure in the meadow
watched the withered world die and grow.

Outwardly simple deceives sight,
The ragged fearsome one-legged knight.
All hail the mysterious scarecrow!
A looming figure in the meadow.

~AJ

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The Frozen Lake

I ambled by the frozen lake,
watched the shadows flit at daybreak,
heard slow lonely cries of the Rook,
it wonders which crannies to look.

The seasons come and then they take,
I ambled by the frozen lake,
the forest dies and lives again,
to succumb and subdue Snow’s reign.

A flock of swans, they swim as Yang,
waters inky in which they sang,
I ambled by the frozen lake,
still dark dreaming when I’m awake.

The Loch summons me to its lair
frigid fingers warn of its snare,
my joints they curse and then they ache,
I ambled by the frozen lake.

~AJ

The Wait

I await the storm by the bay,
parlous one turning the skies grey,
mighty intense force born at sea,
disregarding our silent plea.

Steadily approaching our way,
I await the storm by the bay,
distinctive scent of salt and rage,
wafts by the oblivious plage.

shops are shut and the boats are moored,
for aeons our folk have endured,
I await the storm by the bay,
till the pier begins to sway

fleeting moments of life and death,
ephemeral memories’ breath,
I will welcome the blue today,
I await the storm by the bay.

 ~AJ

The Traveller Who Could Not Be

I stopped too long to run again,
burned midnight oil, worked in disdain.
brought bread to the table each day,
in free wanderings my heart lay.

Life’s tough, we all live in fast lane,
I stopped too long to run again.
Yet every night I close my eyes,
and dream of lucid brilliant skies

A world so big, so much to see,
with our duties, so much to be.
I stopped too long to run again,
all I have is this fate mundane.

Someday you’ll find me on strange lands,
being content, my yearning withstands.
I imagine, it keeps me sane,
I stopped too long to run again.

~AJ