THE FISHING BOATS BOB AND DANCE

 

The fishing boats bob and dance

Driven by weather to the south

Making slow progress in the swell

As they approach the harbour mouth

BLUEBELL GIRL

 

I am transported back

To a distant place and time

When I was only twelve

The world was changing

And I saw it with new eyes

And I recall her sweet face

When I first saw her in the wood

Gathering wild bluebells

Sun shinning on the golden strands

Of her silken hair

As it danced on her shoulders

The beautiful bluebell girl

Moved about the wood

Then she stopped and noticed me

Deep blue eyes smiling at me

In the innocence of childhood

And she captured my heart

Though twenty years have passed

She keeps it still

I ALWAYS LOVED THE TIME OF YEAR

 

I always loved the time of year

Long before that perfect day

It was a perfect morning

The best of autumn

The sky the clearest blue

The air crisp and clean

The last remnants of mist

Burnt away by the rising watery sun

And there she stood

As if to improve on nature itself

A vision of perfection

Standing at the edge of the woods

From beneath her woolen hat

Flaming red hair fell

Then danced upon her shoulders

And caught on her scarf

Breath plumed from her smiling mouth

As she spoke to her dog

Then she began to walk

The hem of her long coat swung

With the rhythm of her hips

As she strode into the woods

The spaniel chasing a stick she had thrown

Her boots crunching leaves underfoot

Still crisp with frost

Where the sun hadn’t reached

“Come on Jimbo” I said

Letting the dog out of the car

And we followed her into the wood

I walked amidst the skeletal trees

Where Squirrels ran here and there

Still busily preparing for winter

I kicked through the carpet of leaves

Feeling like a schoolboy again

And birds settled in my wake

Feeding on insects in the disturbance

In a clearing I saw her again

Her red hair like fire

Illuminated in the sunlight

The dogs soon introduced each other

And we did also

Two dog lovers talking in a wood

Two people who would become lovers

Who both loved the time of year

OH MOTHER NATURE

 

Oh mother nature

You both care and nurture

Bursting out in spring,

When the songbirds sing

Bringing daffodils so bright

To fill me with delight,

They shine with ease

Bobbing in the breeze

Dancing as if one

As golden as the sun

Blossom fills the trees

Bright enough to tease

Before the blossom has to go

Like cherry pink snow

And after spring hors d’oeuvres

And starters have been served

You bring us summer fare

With fragrance in the air

Flowers of every shade and hue

From crimson red to violet blue

Then as September wends

And the main course ends

You take no time to rest

Giving the bounty of the harvest

AUTUMN TREASURE

All was calm, in the morning

After the autumn storm

Had stripped bare the trees

And swept the fallen harvest

To havens sheltered from the gale

In the calm clear night

The frost crisped the land

Holding all in suspended animation

Everything where it fell

As the sun strengthened

To melt away the frost

Leaves spill from the bottom of hedgerows

Like golden coins from treasure chests

In a vast well filled vault

Soon enough this fallen bounty

Would again be scattered

Across the landscape

On the next autumnal weather front 

ROMANCE BY THE SHORE

 

Walking together, hand in hand,

As we strolled across wet sand

The sun sets, as the day grows old

Turning silver seas to shining gold.

We continue our walk in twilight

Before the moon illuminated the night

And the stars adorned the heavens

But the sea breeze soon freshens

And surf moved higher up the shore

So we headed back home once more

ON THE EDGE OF A STORM

 

Swooping Gulls screech alarms

High above the cliff top

As white horses ride the waves below

And the tide is broken to a stop