poetry from an autumn night

The Joy of Flight

The thunder of a thousand feet,
Echoing none but one.
Time working its wondrous magic,
Changing all within its path.
The essence of a man is challenged,
Will he pass the test?
Do not fear what you cannot control,
Grasp what is in your bounds.
For there is not one path but many,
Which is the one that you will choose?

Quiet Musings

The air has changed and with it,
The mentality of a man.
A clean slate, a fresh sheet,
Chances are not to be taken lightly.
Look not upon others for glory,
But look within oneself.
Blessed are the humble and the meek,
Take not a giving man for weak.

A Lovely Night

The street-lamps have been illuminated with their gentle glow,
Casting the tired Earth in the eerie glow of the night.
A breeze passes through the trees shaking their branches,
Loosing the fragile leaves encased within their boughs;
Summer's warm caress has been defeated by the kiss of fall.
No longer are the days without care, the nights seeped with emotion,
The last stone has been cast and the hour of change has come.