Frosty the morn                                        
Dew drops sighed then gone
Who did the night mourn?

Lofty peaks shriek                                   
Barren slopes slide, then weep
Men have shorn them neat

Colors and hues                                                    
Gardens adorn to be plumed
Turns into brooms

Ocean must heave                                         
Many a secret it keeps
Waves rise and recede

Pine cones I gather                                              
In the fire-place to scatter
Match sticks chatter

Lonely road bends                                        
Tilts low, only to descend
Turns now, to ascend

Dandelions burst free                                          
Tickle my nose, make me sneeze
In perfect rounds, glee

Parrots nod, beseech                                              
Gnaw ripe guavas off laden trees
Upside down they eat

Fog sizzles to reach                                          
Shallow heights, warm waters breathe
Lake snoozes or sleeps?

Murmuring brook                                        
To grassy meadows is hooked
Boulders, mighty crooks

With a curved beak                                            
In the garden, insects seek
Seasoned guest, he

Chestnuts in thorns grow                              
Beautiful leaves blush, turn sore
Knock at my door

May flowers in bloom                                  
Sweet fragrance well groomed
Hedges need more room

Midnight blue sky                                            
Why yawn? Just to bid goodbye
What made you feel shy?

Misty unclear dawn
You the fog appears to mock
Trees drip tears of shock