Poems of my Mind

Walking home across the bridge

I stopped,

The sound was all around me,

A whisper in the air.

The trees stood tall, shaking in delight

As the moment hung like fog on a autumn morning.

Crisp and cool,

Like frosted leaves.

But I was warm stood in my jumper.

The whisper grew;

'Shh', it said, 'don't disturb the quiet

You with your cars and your planes

You'll miss the moment'

So I stood, blocking out the noise of a busy afternoon,

And admired the grey sky and green trees.

Peaceful and serene.

Because even here in Middlesbrough,

Beauty still exists.

But the sky was mad;

'Why don't they listen?' It screamed at the world, echoing across the sky.

'They complain and they whine and they demand attention,

But they never listen!'

And it was ablaze.

The darkened clouds cast a shadow over them all,

Beautiful and silent,

In a terrifying kind of way.

I watched in awe from that sullen bridge

On a spectacle of nature,

As the whisper lives on

Through the beauty of the rain.