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

ICE AND RAIN

 

Ice and rain

Sleet and hail

Storm and tempest

Wind and gale

The rugged rock

Cannot prevail

NATURE IS A REALLY WONDERFUL THING

 

Nature is a really wonderful thing

But I particularly like Hummingbirds

And there is a reason why they hum

It’s because they don’t know the words

ONE FOOT OF SNOW FELL

 

One foot of snow fell

In the town of Lexington

So, when he went outside

He only wore one Wellington

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

MY FAVOURITE TIME OF DAY

 

It’s my favourite time of day

Is a special time, a magical time

A time for romancing lovers

For shared enjoyment

Or solitary reflection

A time to drink in the vistas

Along with the cocktails

 

My favourite time of day

Boasts awe inspiring displays

Whether over the open sea,

Beyond distant mountains,

Over prairie or savannah,

Or painting barren desert

Or colouring the icy tundra

Illuminating a city landscape

Whether it’s across the river

Or behind the gas works

It’s a special time, a magical time

It’s my favourite time of day

When the sun sets

DON’T LOOK UP

 

They appear morning

Noon and night

They swell and grow

Rise and fall

And dissolve and shrink

They are sometimes thick

Sometimes thin

They are sometimes dense

Sometimes transparent

They move fast and slow

They cross treetops and fields

Lakes and seas

Homes and factories

Deserts and swamps

Tropical rainforests

And arctic tundra’s

They are beautiful and familiar

Strange and dramatic

They are myriad in form and shape

A face, a mountain, a fish

They are brown and gray

Steel blue and black

Yellow and gold

Lilac and pink

But mostly clouds are white

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

I REALLY LOVE A RAINY DAY

I really love a rainy day

As I am a Pluviophile

So, walking in the rain

Is definitely my style 

IN THE QUIET OF THE NIGHT

 

In the quiet of the night

As peaceful silence reigns

I hear an angel singing

And I wonder if it’s you

 

Amidst the dawn chorus

When birds are centre stage

I hear an angel singing

And I consider if it’s you

 

When the wind is in the trees

Swirling in the breeze

I hear an angel singing

And I think it might be you

 

When the rain cascades,

Falling from the heavens

I hear an angel singing

And I’m sure it must be you

 

When the sun brightly shines

And I feel it warm my skin

I hear an angel singing

And I believe it maybe you

 

At the setting of the sun

When another day is done

I hear an angel singing

And I know that it is you

THE WILDERNESS

 

The fierce sun burned the land

Cracking stone, bleaching bone

Drying the rich earth to dust

To be blown on the four winds

Or washed away by unforgiving rains

So infrequent in their coming

 

Unable to penetrate the iron earth

Rain-washed off the barren land

Like it were a repellent oily hide

Leaving it sterile and infertile

To all but natures hardiest

Most determined to cling to life

 

In the fast expanding wilderness

Beneath rocks and stones life goes on

Insects toil industriously, while

Un-germinated seeds bide their time

Until nature smiles once more

On this harsh and arid land

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

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

AS THE STORM FRONT CLOSES IN

 

As the storm front closes in

The Gulls desert the cliff top

To find safe haven deep inland

And wait for the storm to stop