WIND

 

Wind is a wonderful thing

Invisibly it makes the leaves dance

And trees gyrate as if shaken

By an invisible hand

Water is pushed before it

Rain and snow are driven by it

It ripples through cornfields

Whispers in the grass

It whistles through canyons

Whines like a tortured spirit

Or scream like a banshee

It is a fickle force

It can be silent like a mouse

Or roar like a lion

Its gentleness can caress your cheek

Its awesome power

Can toss you like a rag doll

Or snap you like a twig

Its power is to be respected

It’s uncompromising and indiscriminate

A force to be reckoned with

Whether from the frozen north

Or a bitter easterly

A stormy westerly

Or a vengeful tempest from the south

BENEATH AUTUMNAL SKIES

 

Beneath autumnal skies

The suns strength diminishes

With each passing day

Then foliage turns slowly

From green to gold

And finally to red and brown

Before fluttering to earth

The gentle late summer breezes

Make them dance

And when breeze turns to raging storm

They’re sent swirling

As if court in some frenetic snow globe

The lucky ones escape this chaos

And ends their short lives

Trapped Beneath hedgerows

Or blown into quiet corners

The rest whirl like dervishes

Hither and thither

Until the winter rains

Turn them to mush under foot

MY FAVOURITE TIME

 

It’s my favourite time

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

Awe inspiring displays

Whether over the open sea

Or beyond high 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 magical time

A special time

It’s my favourite time

When the sun sets

 

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 on

While un-germinated seeds bide their time

Until nature smiles once more

On this harsh and arid land

SHORELINE

 

We walk together hand in hand

As we stroll across wet sand

The sun sets, as the day grows old

Turning silver seas to shining gold

We continue our walk in twilight

As the moon illuminates the night

And the stars adorn the heavens

The sea breeze soon then freshens

Surf moves higher up the shore

We head back to home once more

A BUTTERFLY FLUTTERS BY

 

Butterflies flutter by

On a balmy summer afternoon

An earthy fragrance in the air

After a shower of summer rain

Mingles with jasmine and honeysuckle

And you doze on the patio

Only to be awoken

By the more powerful fragrance

Emanating from the BBQ

And the chink of ice in a G & T

 

SUMMER COLOUR

 

I love the colors of summer

From Vivid pinks loud and shocking

To more paler and subtle

And all those in between

Whites of abundant variety

Blues of every conceivable hue

Deep velvet purples and vibrant violets

Greens contrasting from dark olive

Through luscious emeralds to pale pastels

Soft lemon and pale sensual yellow

Loud in your face, reds, crimson and scarlet

Across the spectrum every shade

How I love the girls in summer