Monday, 1 November 2021

STUNG BY HAIL AND RAIN

 

Stung by hail and rain

And colds numbing bite

And cut through like a knife

By the east-wind’s spite

BENEATH THE LEAFY CANOPY

 

Beneath the leafy canopy

Moonlight pierced the darkness

And shafts of lunar light

Like a brilliant laser show

Illuminated the forest floor

THE SAVAGE NATURAL SCENE

 

The savage natural scene    

In the winter meadow

Where the Falcon feeds

His talons red in the snow

THE WIND WHISTLES

 

The wind whistles

The frozen rain bites

And the chill runs deep

And we must escape

To shelter safe inside

Where the barn owls sleep

THE HEATHERS ON THE HILLSIDE

 

The Heathers on the hillside

And Buttercups in the meadow

The Bluebells in the woods

And Orchids in the hedgerow

What a green and pleasant land

Where the wild flowers grow

BROWN BELLS

 

Brown bells

Californian herb

With brownish-purple

Bell-shaped flowers

THE HEATHERS CLOAK THE HILLSIDE

 

The Heathers cloak the hillside

And Buttercups dot the meadow

The Bluebells carpet the woods

And Orchids pepper the hedgerow

In an understatement of radiance

Where the wild flowers grow

 

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SOME PEOPLE ARE LIKE CLOUDS

Some people are like clouds In strange kind of way Because when they fuck off It becomes a beautiful day