by Sheila Weekes | Nov 19, 2008 | Poetry
While walking in the woods one day I heard this voice softly say “You want to know a way that’s true? This is the path that is open to you” There in the space between the trees A beautiful vision made me freeze Fixed to the spot, I could only stare One of God’s angels...
by Sheila Weekes | Nov 19, 2008 | Poetry
The heat presses down so heavy on my body My skin feels like there is a fire inside I look out and see the horizon grow darker Nature controls the skies and the tide Nothing is moving, not a breeze or a leaf Like the end of time is descending Not even the flight of a...
by Sheila Weekes | Nov 19, 2008 | Poetry
A Peach coloured sun climbs toward a pale blue sky You can glimpse a fox or two as they hurry on by The dew sparkles in droplets on a branch overhead With leaves of russet and yellow and berries of red Mist creeps over the fields like moving ribbons of white Two deer...
by Sheila Weekes | Nov 19, 2008 | Poetry
His rugged, tanned face turned into the pillow So no one would see the tears in his eyes Everyone would get the wrong idea if they saw And he heaved another of his heavy sighs His two strong arms pushed against the bed He heaved himself over to face the wall No way...
by Sheila Weekes | Nov 18, 2008 | Poetry
How they constantly called to me The vision in my mind, from across the sea The rolling hillsides of my home Called me back, no more to roam So many different shades of green Of luscious grass and trees serene The early flowers of mild summer days Dawn mists burning...
