Birds are singing high up in the sycamore
Squirrels busy
themselves in the chestnut.
Trees sway in the
breeze
Limbs out stretched
towards the sun
As in the dampled
sunlight,
We walk hand in hand
below
Slowly wandering the
wood
Through shadows and
the sunshine
The humming wings of
insects
Our only company
In the shade the
spiders silk spun web
Awaits its unsuspecting pray
While I am caught in a
different web
On a perfect afternoon
That I wish will last
forever
A star-crossed couple in the park,
Walking hand in hand
in the dark
They don’t care about
wind and snow
They have a love to
keep them aglow
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
