Wednesday, 8 September 2021

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

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

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

THROUGH THE MISTY DAWNING

 

Through the misty dawning

Of a crisp autumn morning

Like emerging from a dream

Amidst the haunting scene

I spy Pheasants in the frost

And in the moment, I am lost

Tuesday, 7 September 2021

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

Saturday, 4 September 2021

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

IDYLLIC VISION

 

Walking the rugged paths and lanes

Over hill and vale, through field and wood

Past timbered cottages with thatched roofs

And white picket fences and wishing wells

Ending at a country pub with low oak beams

And brasses decorating the walls

Such is my idyllic vision of a country walk

AUTUMN MORNING

  The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...