HUMMINGBIRD FLY

 

Hummingbird fly

On vibrant wings

Sip, iridescent beauty

From trumpet blooms

The nectar sweet

With long slender bill

In flower deep

THE SWIFT

 

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

 

The purple depths

Of heather on the hill

Looked down at their reflections

In the watery shadows

Of the timeless loch

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