In the water meadow
The Mayflies pirouette
On gossamer wings.
A pair performs a duet
As they dance their
Ephemeral vignette
In the water meadow
The Mayflies pirouette
On gossamer wings.
A pair performs a duet
As they dance their
Ephemeral vignette
Amidst the reeds and rushes
Dragonflies hover by
the river still
Where the weeping
willows
Drooping branches spill
Autumn leaves are gathering
Golden in the
hedgerows
As the sun sits lower
in the sky
Shadows lengthen
across the landscape
Heralding winters
approach
When the wind is in the north,
It blows me back and
forth
When the wind is in the
north,
I stay indoors
thenceforth
Is it the anger of petulant Gods?
In their Olympian Penthouse
Exploding their
volcanic wrath
Down a molten hillside
Or an angry planet
From deep within
Trying to cleanse the
earth
Of it’s unworthy
guardians
The scented tropical breeze
Blows offshore, gently
Carrying exotic fragrances
Of paradise out to sea
Rich tropical scents fill the air
And are carried on the
breeze
As the waters of the
pacific
Lap at the sands of
perfect white
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...