Tuesday, 28 June 2022

THE LANDSCAPE IS DESERTED

 

The landscape is deserted

The lake is frozen,

The reeds heavy with frost

And the Ducks have flown south

The snow lays deep

And Deer have meandered

To greener pastures

The songbirds have migrated

Leaving trees bare and empty

Though the sky is clear blue

And the sun bright

It holds no warmth

And the air is fresh and cold

 

Monday, 27 June 2022

THE AIR IS COOLER

 

The air is cooler

Just below the tree line

In the foothills of the mountain

Peace and quiet reigns

In the shade of the pines

And the freshness

Of the evening breeze

But for the bird song

CAUGHT IN THAT FIRST INSTANT

 

Caught in that first instant,

That first take from a distance

There appeared from the Woodlands edge

A kind of low misty apparition

Almost like a cloud of drifting smoke

Emerging from the tree line

Of course, when I got closer I realised

It was just the flowering Hawthorn

FLAKES OF WHITE

Dancing on the breeze

Crystal flakes of white

Tell the winter tale 

PERVADING SCENTS

 

Drifting on the breeze

Pervading scents of nature

Tell the summer tale

TEARS OF THE SUN

 

Icicles hang,

Crystalline and pure

Like tear drops

Frozen in time

An encapsulated moment

Of joy or sorrow?

Held in icy limbo

Until the sun

Releases the tears

LINGERING AUTUMN

 

In the forest,

The skeletal trees

Herald winters imminent approach

But for now

The autumn lingers

But the fruiting brambles bushes

Will soon feel winters icy fingers

On the leaf carpeted floor

Life continues

And the forest creatures

Go about their work

For today it is still autumn

And tomorrow is another day

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 ...