Pebbles smooth,
Like crude glass
Smoothed by nature
Time and tide
Its patterned form
Marbled in style
Sits comfortably
In the fingers
To be skimmed
Back to the ocean
Pebbles smooth,
Like crude glass
Smoothed by nature
Time and tide
Its patterned form
Marbled in style
Sits comfortably
In the fingers
To be skimmed
Back to the ocean
Volcanoes are terrifying
Just the thought of
them is frightful
But pyroclastic
eruptions
That’s just Nature at
its most spiteful
In the water meadow
The Mayflies pirouette
On gossamer wings.
A pair performs a duet
As they dance their
Ephemeral vignette
Amidst the reeds and rushes
Dragonflies hover by
the river still
Where the weeping
willows
Drooping branches
spill
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
Bound for the sea
Above a moonlit meadow
The stars begin to
shine
As I plight my troth
in earnest
And hope to make you
mine
The opaque mists
Blur and soften
Disguising the
landscape
Hiding from sight
Until the sun warms
And burns the mist
away
Fresh snow absorbed all sounds As it fell steadily on the landscape The quiet becoming eerily magical All hushed, peaceful and pri...