MISTY MORNING

 

The early morning sunlight

Creeps across the meadow,

Where in the wet grass

The rabbits make their dawn patrol

 

In the meadows quiet corners

The sun glints on dewdrops

Trapped within the intricacies

Of a labyrinthine spiders web

 

Though the morning sun is weak

And too soft to burn the mist

It still banishes the darkness

And another day begins

ON SUN SCORCHED SAND

 

Beneath my shoeless feet

The sun scorched sand

Burned those who dwelt too long

In admiration of the vista

Beneath the swaying fronts

In the shadow of the palms

The white sands

Offered cool respite

I rested a while

Before I journeyed

Across the sun-baked sand

To become immersed

In the cool of the ocean

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