Uncanny Tales – (067) Spring

 

While he sat in the coffee shop, he gazed out the window at the beautiful scenery of spring, namely the women.

He loved the spring when it arrived; it was such a long time between the last glimpse of thigh in the autumn and the first sign of cleavage in the spring, and it had been a very long winter.

Springtime was when all the girls cast off their winter vests and exposed their pallid flesh.

It was the time of year when hastily shed warm clothing led to a disproportionate number of girls with nipples erected by the cool air.

So, a combination of underdressed girls and the seasonal rising sap meant he was almost permanently on the brink of arousal.

SUNFLOWERS

 

They bloom in summertime

Blooms of golden orange

Heads the size of saucers

Unnaturally strange

They stand tall and straight

And super model thin

Large headed and skinny

Just like models again

Not grown for beauty

But for their numerous seeds

Ugly and ungainly

These giant unwanted weeds

Maybe I’m wrong to view them

As one of nature’s messes

But I can’t help thinking

They’re not one of God’s successes

SQUALL

 

The grey skies are stormy and wild,

Strong winds gust and batter the land,

Rain carried by the squall

Peppers the windows like gravel

And stings the faces of the unfortunate traveller

God protect those caught abroad

On such a foul day as this

The winds whistle round the buildings

And make rag dolls of the trees

Being inside looking out is preferable

Warming by the fire with glass in hand

Loved ones safe about you

Ride out the storm in comfort

Until the stormy gales subside

BENEATH AZURE BLUE SKIES

 

Beneath azure blue skies

Beside a silent pool

A bird sings in the stillness

Its sweet song drifting

On the lemon scented breeze

As evening approached

 

I LOVE THIS LAND

 

I love this land, village and hamlet

Rose covered cottage, church and mill

I love this land, coast and country

Mountain and lake, vale and hill

 

I love this land, town and city

Seat of power, cathedral and mall

I love this land, north and south

River and stream, grand and small

 

I love this land, old and new

Castle and semi, factory and farm

I love this land, this England of mine

This modern, historic, country of charm

CAUGHT IN A STORM

 

The sky blackened     

Dark as night

Then comes the flash

Of a Lightning strike

As the storm ensued

Panic struck me

Thunder rattled overhead

I fell upon me knees

I prayed to God

Spare me this day

I prayed to God

To chase the storm away

Then the skies lightened

And silence was all around

A gentle rain fell

As I raised from the ground

Then everywhere about me

Cherry blossoms blew

Like gentle pink snow

And immediately I knew

You had heard my prayer

You had protected me

You where there in every petal

Of that cherry blossom tree

FALCON IN THE GARDEN

 

In the late summer sky

The falcon in majestic flight

Spied it’s unfortunate prey

Then swooped down from great height

 

With lightning speed

It took a pigeon on the wing

Then with much less grace and style

It performed a clumsy landing

 

In a quiet village garden

On the sunny patch of grass

The falcon went about its work

And performed the coup de gras

 

From the house a curious cat

Peered out with envious eyes

Through a window as the falcon

Devoured its pigeon prize

 

The cat crept through the cat flap

In its most stealthy way

The falcon though was off

But left behind its pigeon prey

 

The cat inspected the pigeon

Sniffed it and poked it with her paw

Found it a disappointment

And she strolled away once more

 

As she strolled back to the house

The falcon swooped to the ground

Snatched up his pigeon prize

Before the cat could turn around

 

The falcon had taken the bird

Leaving nothing in its place

Leaving only feathers on the lawn

And a scowl on the cats face