Aster, starflower of the Gods
Pleasing to the varied
eye
In their beauteous
abundance
And loved equally by
the butterflies
Aster, starflower of the Gods
Pleasing to the varied
eye
In their beauteous
abundance
And loved equally by
the butterflies
On the lonely eyot
The world hastens by
As the rain fed
torrent
Rushes headlong
Towards the sea
And the inhabitants
Of the quiet river
haven
In nest and burrow
Fear their island
homes
Will be washed away
The river waters
Take their time
Slowly meandering
Through fragrant
meadows
Copse and wood
Rural idylls all
Where time stands
still.
Swans use a quiet ait
As an islet sanctuary
But the quiet waters
Though slow of purpose
Have no time to dwell
And are reluctantly
Bound for the sea
Umbrella-shaped flower heads
Borne upon their stems
With fragrant open
umbel
Sway in the gentle
breeze
Of the kitchen garden
Stirring parsley,
dill, and fennel
In the farmyard
Where the chickens
scratch
A Chanticleer cock
keeps an eye
On his clucking batch
But if some
unfortunate
Mishap should befall
Leaving the farmyard
With no cock at all
Then nature will take
a hand
To correct the mishap
Turning one of the
scratchy hens
Into a chap
The seasons come and go
Almost monotonous I
know
One after another, as
planned
Like the sweep of a
clock hand
Each season reminding
us all
That from winter to
the fall
Is yet another year
slipped by
A step closer to when
we die
A depressing thought I
know
But let the seasons
come and go
For I think it would
be a crime
If there was to be no
autumn time
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...