Winter softness
The winter wind is mild
As thoughts subside
And fear and troubles
Find a place to hide
Blue tinged with white
The colours of the sky
As fresh, the new day
Wakens my inner eye
Inside the machine
The purr of movement
Fans there to cool and stir
Discs race and rumble
While searching in a blur
For combinations
Processors much prefer
Jan Freeman's Wanderings - Let Nature be your guide 
I like both of these.
The machine poem is very interesting.
I think you hit the nail on the head with that one
Thanks. It spoke to me 🙂