Sunday, 15 May 2022

LAZY SUMMER

 

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

FALL FESTIVAL

 

The summer comes to an end

Sooner than anyone believes

And so begins autumns festival

Of dancing painted leaves

SPRING

 

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

 

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

 

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

QUEEN OF HER DOMAIN

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 

DECEMBER SKY

 

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

AUTUMN MORNING

  The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...