NEVIS

 

In the lochs reflection

Could be glimpsed

The gentle caress of clouds

Atop the granite peaks

Before they thickened

To hide the Ben

Then separated like parting friends

To reveal the stark silhouette

Against the blue

And through these inconsistent clouds

The sun would burst

Illuminating the glen

And its heathered hills

As the clouds moved west

The sunbeam moved

Like a torches light

And in the distance

The hills appeared to move

As if in a lantern show

Then on the freshening wind

From the west

Squally showers blew in

And the sun painted

A rainbow across the sky

And as quickly as it had arrived

The showers blew away

And the rainbow faded

Evaporating to nothing

Then the sun began to set

Beyond the western isles

And turned the sky red

With streaks of pink and gold

Decorating the whole sky

And when the sun sank

Beyond those misty isles

GRANDDADS GLORIOUS HARVEST

As late summer

Heads towards the autumn

Great industry is evident

In the golden fields

As the tireless farmers

Gather in nature’s bounty

And come days end

The weary labourers

Tread across the fields

Once full of waving corn

The fields now adorned

With flaxen structures

These sons of the soil

Look upon the scene

With pride and relief

Pride in a job well done

And relief at finishing

While the good weather held

They head towards the village

With heads held high

And parched throats

Soon to be quenched

The entire village joins them 

To celebrate the gathering

Raising a glass or two

Laughter resounding

As they watch the setting sun

SUMMER STORM

 

A white cloud

Appears on the once

Clear blue afternoon sky

Like a careless splodge of white

On the blue canvas of an artist

It bubbles up

Then races across the blue

Another appears bigger this time

Then another and another

And as they move across the sky

They cast their shadows across the land

Patches of light and dark

Appear to move over the landscape

Like a giant kaleidoscope

One of the sunny patches

Illuminates the weeping cherry

Where the gold finches sing

Then there is more cloud than sky

The small white clouds

Have now bubbled up and darkened

And from the lake the Geese speak

To no one in particular

Saying that a storm is coming

In the distance the mountains

Stand out starkly

Against the ever darkening sky

The first sounds of thunder

Roll around the valley

Sounding like a distant train

Getting nearer and louder

Silent lightning streaks

Across the blackening clouds

Then a thunder clap

Not to be mistaken for a distant train

Large raindrops hit the ground

Dappling the dry earth

Strumming on the roof tops

And the tops of parked cars

In a reassuring rhythm

And as the last dry spot disappeared

The torrent began

Falling vertically like monsoon rains

Lightning streaks dazzled the eyes

And almost instant thunder shook the house

The waters of the lake

Erupted like a pot coming to the boil

And day was turned to night

Slowly the rain eased

And the storm rolled on

Blue coloured the skies again

The Geese spoke again from the lake

Gold finches sang once more

And the air was filled with the scent of wet pines

CYCLE OF LIFE

 

God’s great cycle of life’s repeating

Springtime’s annual event occurring

As distant mountain snow is thawing

Fast flowing swollen rivers causing

Dormant Mother Nature awakening

The miracle of new life into breathing

With freshly sprouting shoots arriving

And simple sights the senses pleasing

To see the early cherry blossoming

Perfection as in God’s design believing

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