Riddles

You cannot forbid my arrival,
And though you may make me depart,
Returning am I when clouds gather high
Eclipsing the sun from your heart;

Or when you are lost in a tempest
Of heedless and dizzying mirth,
I come to remind you as subtly I blind you
To time in its glorious worth.

Although I resent this intruder
I host him without a complaint
And host him despite my complaint,
Lest he may assume me the cruder,
I deck him in apparel quaint

Of silky bright robes, many layers,
And let him remain here with me;
It grieves me, though, when one declares
Him grander than I’ll ever be.

Updated, thanks to some healthy critiquing :-).

Although they never meet in ease,

Three riddles today. What can I say !? 🙂

You may find it nowhere,
From you no one may take it,
But, it’s yours once you make it,
And then it’s hard to break it.

I bring folk together in fair or dark weather,
All manner of thought must journey by me,
I’m richer and purer when I’m not obscurer,
My end is with age, quite literally.

One hundred thousand ginger-headed troops
Abandon ranks and hide behind the rocks
While down at them a flock unfeathered swoops
Of blind, yet guided, wingless silver hawks;

 They take the soldiers, each one to his death,
But not before they bleach their bodies white,
Delighting in the odors in their breath,
While spent grenades mourn silently their plight.