IN SPRINGTIME

 

In springtime

I walk in dappled shade

Down along

A woodland brook

Where Narcissi grow

And bow their heads

In deference

To the singing stream

WISPS OF WHITE

 

Wisps of White

Decorate the azure blue

Like absent minded stokes

Of an artist’s brush

While the sunbathes the land

With its benevolence

THE PIERCING OF THE WIND

 

The piercing of the wind

Iced like the mountain peaks

Brought water to my eyes

And a stinging to my cheeks

It left hands too cold to grip

And lips to numb to speak

It cut through my cloak

And made the outlook bleak

A BUMBLE BEE BUSIES

 

A bumble bee busies

A Butterfly rises and dips 

And there amid velvet petals

A single hummingbird sips

IN THE EUROPEAN FORESTS

 

In the European forests

The wild boar can be vicious

But it’s worth the risk

As they’re bloody delicious

THE WILDLIFE DOWN UNDER

 

The wildlife down under

Includes the Wallabies

But if truth be known they’re

Just Kangaroo Wannabies

THE CHERRY BLOSSOM

 

The cherry blossom

Filled the tree

A brief spectacle

Of perfect beauty

Until the petals fell

Like pink snowflakes

And in the breeze

Danced like confetti

Outside the church

On our wedding day