AUTUMN MORNING

 

The mist cascaded down the hillside

Like a maiden’s hair

Tumbling onto her shoulders

The bare branches of the birch trees

Pierced though the mist like fingers   

Reaching up to the heavens

OLD SNOWMEN

 

If you don’t know this

Then I think you oughta

The name for old snowmen

Is simply Water!

SNOWMEN LIKE TO DANCE

 

Snowmen like to dance

As soon as the snow falls

They like to meet girls

And dance at Snowballs

A SNOWMAN IN THE SUN

 

A snowman in the sun

Mustn’t get into a muddle

Because if he does

He will turn into a puddle

THE AIR WAS SULTRY AND STALE

 

The air was sultry and stale

The heat oppressive

I sought the sanctity of the shade

Embracing its coolness

I walked beneath the leafy canopy

Where the silence welcomed

Contented I walked

In the leafy summer forest

Until within a glade

I came upon a woodland pool 

It’s still dark waters

Looking glass flat.

I peered through my own reflection

Into the charismatic depths

And felt unnervingly as if

I was staring into the depths

Of my own soul

And for the first time

On that sultry summer’s afternoon

My skin felt cold

BATHED IN SUMMER SUNSHINE

 

Bathed in summer sunshine

Gentle breezes stir the stems

But above in the golden sun

Grow an array of perfect gems

PEBBLES SMOOTH

 

Pebbles smooth,

Like crude glass

Smoothed by nature

Time and tide

Its patterned form

Marbled in style

Sits comfortably

In the fingers

To be skimmed

Back to the ocean