No finer sight the eye will see
Than the hillsides in
May
A carpet of green
spread out
So as to take your
breath away
Sunday, 15 May 2022
THE HILLSIDES IN MAY
THE HIGH MELT
The high melt waters rush
Feeding springs annual
event
As over the ancient
rock
Water tumbles
effervescent
As it heads inexorably
to the sea
In its headlong
descent
THE AMBLING STREAM
The early morning sun
Glints on the ambling
stream
Where the Kingfisher
hunts
And lovers go to dream
DRIFTING ON THE WIND
The snowflakes drift upon the wind
And settle on the
windowsill
But also on the winter
winds
Comes the sting of
winters chill
THE CRUEL SEA
In the sunlight it flatters to deceive
But don’t be fooled by
its calm exterior
For beneath the
welcoming surface
You will succumb to
its true nature
Its lures you into a
false sense of security
Its intent is to drag
you to its depths
Sap your strength,
every ounce of energy
And squeeze from your
body every breath
She will let you
surface for a breath
Then drag you down
again out of reach
Then when she has
toyed with you enough
She dumps you lifeless
on the beach
LONG LAZY SUMMER DAYS
Long lazy summer days
Collecting shells along the shore
Long lazy childhood days
I wish them back once more
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