ELECTRON MAGAZINE
Number Four

POEMS

by Ray Mellor

Butterflies are not for Taming

Butterflies are not for taming,
they belong in the wild.
The night curtain falls swiftly down,
fireflies darting,
like sparks from a fire.
Butterflies are not for taming,
they belong in the wild.
A loon's call echoes in the night,
then silence.
The night curtain parts,
the first rays of dawn.
Butterflies are not for taming,
they belong
in the wild.

 

Night Sounds

All, now quiet.
Only sound of crickets,
playing their nightly tune.
As creatures of the night,
are prone to do.

 

Roses on the Winter's Wind

Roses on the winter's wind
Swirling round about
the snow covered streets
Fractured street lamps
shining down upon the
whitened sidewalks
Roses on the winter's wind
Sending colors spinning
round and round
The howling of the wind
as it sweeps round about
the alleyways of life
I see your smile as the
snow flakes drift by
I hear your laughter
in the empty
hallways of life
Roses, Roses,
on the winter's wind

Copyright ã 1999 by Ray Mellor

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Ray Mellor is a resident of Orange County, California.

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