In the depths of purple clouds
Soft and temperate as the night
Masks the setting of the sun
And hides the fading
of the light
Thursday, 31 March 2022
THE EAGLE SOARS
The eagle soars
On majestic wings
Effortless in flight
Riding thermals
IN THE MOIST EARLY MORNING
In the moist early morning
Dew drops embrace
The willow stems
Like lovers’ tears
Until they evaporate
Under the sunlight’s
caress
Monday, 7 March 2022
THE DECEMBER MOON WAS FULL
And bathed the
landscape
In its bright lunar
light
So that the ice
crystals sparkled
Like diamonds in the
snow
A SOFT BLANKET OF WHITE
A soft blanket of white
Hid the land from
sight
And despite winters
bite
Was a scene of pure
delight
THE ICE RIMED TREES STOOD
The ice rimed trees stood
Before the snow queens
cathedral
Like great ice pillars
SNOWFLAKES GENTLY FLOAT
Snowflakes gently float,
Pure white down of
angel’s wings,
Down from heavens
height
THE WINTER SNOW
Is pleasing to the eye
But this thing of
beauty
Will cruelly linger
For harshly caressed
Is the naked earth
When touched
By winters icy finger
FROSTY KALEIDOSCOPE
Frosty kaleidoscope images
Appear on the frozen
panes
Touched by winters icy
fingers
In the bitter seasons
domain
SUMMER SQUALL
The sky is grey and dark
Defying the sun to
appear
Then the wind picks up
And thunder is getting near
Rain follows with lightning
Flashes that strike
fear
And preludes the
thunder
So loud it deafens the
ear
But then its passes on
And the skies are clear
AFTER THE ICE QUEENS BITTER TOUCH
After the ice queen’s bitter touch
Fountains cascaded no
more,
Waterfalls become inanimate.
And you cannot avoid her winter bite
Driving snow falls upon frost and ice
And the world feels her bitter chill
For a hundred years or more
THE SUNRISE WAS A GLOWING RED
The sunrise was a glowing red
As the day began frostily
Beneath the clear skies
But those skies turned grey
As the days early promise faded
Along with the light
What was clear however
Was that rain was on the way
Maybe even hill snow
But it was equally possible
That the sky will become blue again
And for some the sun may return
THE MIGHTY OAK LAY BROKEN
The mighty oak lay broken
In the wake of the
storm
And I am deeply
saddened
For as a boy I climbed
Its mighty steadfast
trunk
And sat amongst its
limbs
Sheltering beneath its
canopy
As generations of
small boys
Had done many times
before me
But then I saw an
acorn
On the ground beside
my feet
So, I picked it up and
smiled
And took it home with
me
So, I could grow his
son
FLITTING AND FLUTTERING
The sunshine dances
On butterfly wings
As they flit and
flutter
Never still, never
pausing
As they in turn dance
To natures gentle
tune
PERCHED ON THE APPLE BOUGHS
Perched on the Apple boughs
The Finches sing a
song to please
A song carried on the
air, with
The scent of blossom
on the breeze
NIGHTINGALE SONG
The powerful and beautiful song
Of the common nightingale
Has a songful rhythm and rhyme
And the small passerine bird
Whose voice belies its size
Has beauty that strikes a chord
MILL STREAM
The stream runs down the rugged hill
To where stands a
quiet water mill
And when water shoots
along the spill
The wheel is turned to
break the still
So, the miller toils
with sweat and skill
And when there are no
more sacks to fill
The sluices close and
again all’s still
Sunday, 6 March 2022
SPRINGTIME IN THE WOOD
Though winter snow still lies
In the wood’s
bluebells grow
Appearing like
sapphire jewels
Through the thawing
snow
21st CENTURY NURSERY RHYMES # 431
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
Followed by an average winter
Then he had an indifferent spring
Leading to the most glorious summer
THE CREATURES OF THE INSECT WORLD
The creatures of the insect world
Are not known for their comeliness
However, the collective noun for
A group of Ladybirds is a loveliness
SKELETAL TREES STRIPPED BARE
Skeletal trees stripped bare
Dressed now in ice and frost
As they shiver in the wind
Longing for the summer lost
Wednesday, 2 March 2022
A PICTURESQUE VALLEY SCENE
A picturesque valley scene
Like a fairyland of pure delight
Viewed through a window
To avoid the winter’s bite
SCENE THROUGH FROSTED GLASS
In the sheltered winter lowlands
Every inch and acre
Are dusted white, almost as if
Sugared by a cake decorator
ON THE EDGE OF A STORM
Swooping Gulls screech alarms
High above the cliff top
As white horses ride the waves below
And the tide is broken to a stop
FROM THE ICY SUMMIT
From the icy summit
Of the mountain high
It begins to trickle,
Toward its destiny,
Trickle becomes rivulet
Rivulet into stream
Gathering momentum
Descending quickly
Its method brilliant
In its simplicity
Following the path
Of least resistance
On its purposeful descent
Growing ever stronger
In the great race
To its destination
Influenced by gravity
As it powers on
Ever deeper, ever wider
Ever more rapidly
To form great rivers
Heading for their destiny
Which is fulfilled
When reaching the open sea
THE MAJESTIC DISTANT MOUNTAINS
The majestic distant mountains,
Timeless sentinels, pale in the mist
Reach up to the sky like children
Expectantly waiting to be kissed
Tuesday, 1 March 2022
IN THE GLOW OF FIRELIGHT
In the glow of firelight
I admire the stark beauty
Of the winter landscape
Beyond the frosty panes
Safe by the cosy fireside
WINTER MAGIC
Under the star filled winter sky
Moonlight illuminates the vale
Magically glinting on Icicles
And the crystals of icy rime
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