Wildflowers in the meadow
The lark up in the sky
The days are long and
languid
The land is warm and
dry
The lazy days of
summer
Just pass you slowly
by
Wildflowers in the meadow
The lark up in the sky
The days are long and
languid
The land is warm and
dry
The lazy days of
summer
Just pass you slowly
by
The summer comes to an end
Sooner than anyone
believes
And so begins autumns
festival
Of dancing painted
leaves
As spring comes around again
With its abundant
falling rain
The rolling hills of
luscious green
Are most pleasing to
be seen
And with the renewal
of spring
The heart lifts as if
taking wing
When Daffodils break
through
And spring flowers of
every hue
Is there a better time
on earth
To feel wealth of
nature’s worth
Newlands Corner
Is one of my most
favourite places
I’ve always loved it
there
When I look out across
the patchwork
Of rolling Surrey
Hills,
The chalk grasslands
The ancient woodlands
And the villages
nestling there
I feel a deep calm and
peace
Penetrating my soul
It’s almost
overwhelming
Like the weight of the
world
Is lifted from my
shoulders
It as if His hand on
my shoulder
Oh, dreary winter
You have overstayed
Your grey skies
Are not welcome
I know spring is close
I look at the grey
lake
With the duck on it
The only splash of
colour
In the late winter
landscape
But I see the hints of
spring
Everywhere around me
And the promise of
daffodils
Lilacs and butterflies
So, winter it’s time
to go
Your welcome is worn
out
There she perches
Queen of her domain
Keen Eagle eyes
scanning the scene
Head never still
Then in the water
A silvery glint
And she’s airborne
Gliding with silent
grace
Almost aimlessly
Then with perfect
timing
She strikes to take
the rising fish
And with it safe in
her talons
She sets off to
deliver
The silver prize to her young
Under the rich December sky
Breath plumed in the
frost filled air
The winter sky
sparkled with stars
Like diamonds stitched
to the curtain of night
The moon was almost
full
And from that December
moon
The lunar light bathed
the landscape
So that light sparkled
on the ice crystals
Creating a myriad of
twinkling stars
To mimic their
celestial cousins
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...