Friday, 15 July 2022

A LONG AGO WORLD

 

A long-ago world

In Days of innocence

And a wondrous summer

We stood on the cusp

Of loves first awakening

 

When feeling awkward and gawky

We took our first faltering steps

In the realm of love

Wearing swim shorts

And self-conscious blushes

 

It was a guiltless time

When holding hands

Was a physical pleasure

And stolen kisses

Seemed to last forever

 

If I had the presence of mind

I would have bottled that summer

And when I felt

Tarnished by the world

I would take a long sip

And be refreshed

DAYS OUT ON THE WATER

 

Days out on the water

Windswept with rime

Watery sunshine above a

Putty coloured sea

As I sailed the estuary

With dad at the helm

OH MOTHER NATURE

 Oh mother nature

You both care and nurture

Bursting out in spring,

When the songbirds sing

Bringing daffodils so bright

To fill me with delight,

They shine with ease

Bobbing in the breeze

Dancing as if one

As golden as the sun

Blossom fills the trees

Bright enough to tease

Before the blossom has to go

Like cherry pink snow

And after spring hors d’oeuvres

And starters have been served

You bring us summer fare

With fragrance in the air

Flowers of every shade and hue

From crimson red to violet blue

Then as September wends

And the main course ends

You take no time to rest

Giving the bounty of the harvest

Tuesday, 28 June 2022

WHEN LIGHTNING STRIKES

 

When lightning strikes

And thunderclaps, feel Mother

Nature’s angry wrath

WETLANDS

Each year migrating pairs

Return to the wetlands to breed

To join the resident inhabitants

Who have never felt the need

Frantically honking Geese

Ducks and Swans of assorted breeds

Nesting Wildfowl of every kind

Using the seclusion of the reeds

And in the rich wetlands

The multitude can readily feed


FROM THE OLD

 

From the old,

The sick,

And the weary,

To the young,

The active,

And the teary

One thing I’ve come to know.

Is everyone loves the snow

THE CHILD COMES ALIVE

 

The child in us all

Comes alive when it comes

It has the uncanny knack

To chase away the glums

I still get excited

Just thinking about it

And when it starts

I don’t want it to quit

The child in me comes alive

It really excites me so

When I hear someone say

“It’s starting to snow”


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 ...