Marbled skies of broken cloud
Coloured with blues
and greys
In the frosty air of
winters bite
The marbled skies of
winter days
Marbled skies of broken cloud
Coloured with blues
and greys
In the frosty air of
winters bite
The marbled skies of
winter days
The last deep orange glow
Of the setting sun
Slipped beyond the horizon
Like it was melted
By its own heat
Sending the world into the darkness
Of the fast approaching night
Delphinium, The dolphin flower
From Delphis, The
Greek for Dolphin
With bottle shaped
blooms like a dolphins nose
The golden Buttercup
is its Cousin
More humbly known as
Larkspur
Gracing the meadowland
they’re found in
On the lonely eyot
The world hastens by
As the rain fed
torrent
Rushes headlong
Towards the sea
And the inhabitants
Of the quiet river
haven
In nest and burrow
Fear their island
homes
Will be washed away
The river waters
Take their time
Slowly meandering
Through fragrant
meadows
Copse and wood
Rural idylls all
Where time stands
still.
Swans use a quiet ait
As an islet sanctuary
But the quiet waters
Though slow of purpose
Have no time to dwell
And are reluctantly
Aster, starflower of the Gods
Pleasing to the varied
eye
In their beauteous
abundance
And loved equally by
the butterflies
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...