LONG TAILED LINNET

 

Long tailed Linnet

Sweet flying Finch

Trill and twitter

Your pleasant song

All Summer long

THE GREEN SEASON

 

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

 

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

 

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 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

 

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

 

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