EUTOPIA (HAIKU)

 

Darling buds of May,

appearing in endless dreams

of bountiful days

SPRING IS HERE

 

Before the dawn has fully broken

I am all at once awoken

By wondrous songbird symphony

Though to some it is cacophony

But to hear the dawn chorus

Singing songs, loud and joyous

So my heart is simply soaring

For the season that I’m adoring

Now that its Spring my heart is lifted

For another Spring that God has gifted

When daffodils burst from the ground

And in the breeze they dance around

Grass is growing lush and green

The greenest that it has ever been

And with cherry blossom on the tree

Spring is here for all to see

LET IT SNOW

The north wind blows it ills

The wind, the wind, the wind that chills

Then the snow falls on the hills

 

The north wind softly blows

The wind, the wind, the wind that slows

Then the snow falls down below

 

Silently falling although the night

Inch upon inch covering everything in sight

Fresh and clean lies the white

 

The children run in hat and glove

They run, they run in the snow they love

The snow that flutters from above

 

The north wind dies away

Then the rain, the rain spoils the children play

But the snow will come another day 

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