A poem about nature by David Tombale: Nature's children

Nature's children is a series of images both imagined and experienced that I wrote on a day of silence as I tried my best to smell the flowers and enjoy the warmth of a beautiful summer's day.
Nature's children

There is a change that flirts with the
sunshine upon the leaves,
that whispers little condolences to the air,
that comes upon the clearings with
all the maturity of a child

It is gay and sweet and loves
to hide in the cool shadows that
rest among the trees

It teases winter and
has love affairs with the springtime flowers
that blossom beneath the loving care of
kindly mothers of blue and red and black,
a kaleidoscope of color born out of their wings
as they sail out on the sky

I sit in awe beside the graves of
fallen fathers and smiling lovers
as we, one and all enjoy the splendor
that welcomes the living and
the dead.

A poem about the nature of an artist's soul by David Tombale: Every season

This piece was written for contest that addressed how every work we produce is often a reflection of ourselves. That idea just gave birth to this poem that in a way describes the person I've always been and the hope I've always kept a secret.
Every season

I change with every season so
Every season is my own, a
Room of mirrors, a soul that
Shivers, shivers to the bone,
I paint a crazy picture of the
Landscape of my mind and as
I lean a little I see the people
Hidden in the back,

I change with every season so
Every season is my own, the
Hobbled man, the vagrant, dirty
Nails scratching at his skin, I
Feel sick so I sat beside the
Bar stool with a whiskey in
My hand and listened to the
Music of an old out of tune
Piano,

I change with every season so
Every season is my own, that
Is why I build my houses on
Shifting sand and keep my clothes
In a bag beside my bed, I want
To leave here but I don't know
Where to go, which is why she
Holds me all silent as I cry.