BUSY BEE

 

Under a sky of periwinkle blue

The honeybee sips the morning dew

Then she spends the daylight hours

Humming amidst the meadow flowers

THROUGH GREEN-WOODS AND MEADOWS

 

Through green-woods and meadows

The happy travellers wend

Along the meandering river

Until they reached journeys end

IN THE WATER MEADOW

 

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

 

Amidst the reeds and rushes

Dragonflies hover by the river still

Where the weeping willows

Drooping branches spill

AUTUMN LEAVES ARE GATHERING

 

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

 

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?

 

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