DARK CLOUDS CONCEALED

 

Dark clouds concealed

The firmament

The moon and stars

Still shone

Though not apparent

And heavens jewels

Remained, unseen

WHISPERING BELLS

 

Whispering bells

The viscid herb

Inhabiting the arid places

With its sticky leaves

And pendulous bell like

Yellow flowers

Blooming in the desert

Of the south-western states

BETWEEN THE SEASONS

 

Although the sun

Shone high

In the dying

Summer sky

The east wind,

Strong and shrill

Carried in an

Early autumn chill

TRANQUILLITY DESCENDS

 

Tranquillity descends

And sunshine reigns

When the storm abates

And peace remains

THE WIND IN THE TREES

 

The wind in the trees

Sang a sad song

A plaintive sound

Like a crying child

And as it blew through

The crying leaves

On the rainy morn

Shed tears that fell

To the forest floor

YELLOW BELLS

 

The Yellow bells

The viscid herb

Inhabiting the arid places

With its sticky leaves

And pendulous bell like

Yellow flowers

Blooming in the desert

Of the south-western states

OUR HOUSE WAS POOR

 

Our house was poor

But the land was rich

Mother Nature’s

Bountiful abundance

Rich in leaf and bud

Enriched in flowers

Many a summers’ day

I lay amongst grasses

And the wild flower stems

In scented meadows

That leaves me dazed

As the summer sun

Set alight the burning gem’s