Amidst the myriad stars
The
bright crescent moon
Hangs
in the midnight sky
And
palely paints the ocean
With
its gentle lunar light
Amidst the myriad stars
The
bright crescent moon
Hangs
in the midnight sky
And
palely paints the ocean
With
its gentle lunar light
Like surreal yellow oceans
Vast fields of yellow rape
Stretch across the landscape
To an unseen infinity
The breeze ripples their surface
Whipping them up like waves
Ahead of an offshore wind
Driving them ever onward
Towards the hedgerow shore
While birds appear to dance
Above the custard coloured sea
The red squirrel
Cute arboreal Character
Once abundant in our woodland
Now small in number
Only survive in small pockets
Thanks to the grey intruder
A dew drop slowly rolls along the broad leaf
Like a perfect pearl, it moves on its journey brief
Before dropping off the edge to a rivulet below
And the pearl disappears into the mercurial flow
As the evening light fades
The sky takes on a twilight hue
Until the stars appear above
And the moon comes into view
The Heathers on the hillside
And Buttercups in the meadow
The Bluebells in the woods
And Orchids in the hedgerow
What a green and pleasant land
Where the wild flowers grow
On the cusp of spring and summer
Hawthorn hedgerows bloom
And produce their fruity haws
Before the autumns gathering gloom
Red admiral flutter by
You
Beautiful butterfly
Drink
from the buddleia
Lovely Vanessa atalanta
Amidst the myriad stars
The bright crescent moon
Hangs in the midnight sky
And palely paints the ocean
With its gentle lunar light
Through leafy glades we walked together
In
the dappled shade beneath the trees, where
Spots
of light chase each other frantically
As
the soft summer breeze moves the treetops
As
on the forest floor the patterns change
In
some place’s shafts of golden sunlight
Burst
through the canopy, like sunbeams
Sent
down from God above to light the darkness
In
the sunnier spots the blue bells dance
As
if to entertain the travellers
The
path leads us upwards into the light
Each
step taking us to ever lighter skies
Until
we emerge atop a green hill
We
looked out across the land, England
And
knew what we had all fought and died for
To
save this land from the spoils of war
Little bird bring us
Your sweet song
To woodland
And to meadow
Usher in another
Blessed summer
Hummingbird fly
On vibrant wings
Sip,
iridescent beauty
From trumpet blooms
The nectar sweet
With long slender bill
In flower deep
The familiar forked tail
And crescent wing
Of the agile Swift in sky
Performing aerobatics
Above the fields of gold
So pleasing to the eye
The purple depths
Of heather on the hill
Looked down at their reflections
In the watery shadows
Of the timeless loch
Long tailed Linnet
Sweet flying Finch
Trill and twitter
Your pleasant song
All Summer long
Abundant rain
And
warm sunshine
Paints
the landscape afresh
Replacing
the drabness
Of
greys and browns
When
the greens appear
In
their infinite variety
Nature’s
pallet used abundantly
Greens
of every hue and shade
Fields
of luscious green grasses
Trees
speckled with bright buds
Like
a vivid rash
Against
brown limbs
Hedgerows
sprout into life
While
bulbs push through
The
contrasting earth
Everywhere
awash with viridity
Only
in spring
Can
the same colour
Appear
in so many guises
So
many variations
A
veritable myriad
Across
the spectrum
From
dark olive to bright lime
Drab
khaki to exotic emerald
Shades
vivid and vibrant
And
all this is but a pre cursor
Preparing
the senses
For
the coming
Explosion
of colour
Kingfisher, Kingfisher
A glint of silver
Catches your eye
And like an arrow
You dart with purpose
Beneath the water
With barely a splash
Disappearing for a moment
Before returning
With the silver prize
In the summer forest
I stared into the silent waters
Of the mirrored pool
It was a place spoken oft in lore
An eerie haunted place
The stillest place I’d known
To stand too long
Appreciating its tranquillity
Could cost you your soul
There were no fish
To break the surface
No insect ventured near
Bird song fell silent at its edge
And no creature quenched its thirst
No one knew if its waters were deep
Or merely murky shallows
It was not an inviting place
But if you stared too long
Into its mesmeric shadows
You would not tell the tale
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
its still dark waters
Looking glass flat.
I peered through my own reflection
Into the charismatic depths
And felt unnervingly as if
I were staring into the depths
Of my own soul
And for the first time
On that sultry summers afternoon
My skin felt cold
The golden orb
Burning
orange
Set
slowly
Beyond
the distant hills
As
it slid slowly down
It
painted the hills
In
rainbow hues
Back
lighting the tree line
Highlighting
them boldly black
Showing
them in stark relief
Against
the crimson sky
As
it was finally swallowed
By
the western horizon
The
sky was tinged with pink
Before
darkness was everywhere
The piercing of the wind
Iced like the mountain peaks
Brought water to my eyes
And a stinging to my cheeks
It left hands too cold to grip
And lips to numb to speak
It cut through my cloak
And made the outlook bleak
A bumble bee busies
A Butterfly rises and dips
And there amid velvet petals
A single hummingbird sips
The wildlife down under
Includes the Wallabies
But if truth be known they’re
Just Kangaroo Wannabies
The cherry blossom
Filled the tree
A brief spectacle
Of perfect beauty
Until the petals fell
Like pink snowflakes
And in the breeze
Danced like confetti
Outside the church
On our wedding day
The storm raged
Thunder roared
And lightning flashed
As rain fell unrestrained
From leaden skies
Like liquid knives
Dropping into the sodden land
Night came early
Beneath the slate grey
Until a tear in the fabric
Of the unremitting deluge
A perfect patch of blue
Showing through the heavy sky
Brought tranquillity
With a glimpse of heaven
Through the darkness
A beam of heavens light
Shone down upon the land
A beacon from above
To let us know
We are not forsaken
There is a moth in the bathroom
Drawn towards the light
My wife was in the shower
And it gave her a bit of a fright
I don’t understand why
If they are attracted to the light
They don’t just appear
When the sun is shining bright
This talk of culling badgers
Is completely unsound
If we keep discussing it
We’ll drive them underground
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...