Seashore

A sandpiper piped along the shore,

The sun goes out and shuts the door.

The clouds  are furrowed like they're all a pout,
And the sea gave the rocks a clout.

Candle

Sputtering, shivering.

A delicate flame.

Pale and bent.

As if it were lame.

Upon a tall,

Thin candle.

Spreading light everywhere.

Yet it is all as delicate,

As a hair. 

Roses

A rose, by any other name,

Would smell as sweet: Shakespeare did say.

Right now as bright as a star,

But will fade away the next day.

Petals twirling in a spiral,

Blossoming beautiful until May.

The meaning of roses is love,

Which will never ever fade.

Penguins in the Snow

Penguins dancing in the snow,

In a hidden cove where nobody knows.

Their graceful bodies turn around,

And the snow falls without a sound.

A once in a lifetime sight to see,

Full of beauty and majesty.