CAREFULLY CRAFTED

 

A carefully crafted snowman

Round and fat

Sits on the front lawn

Wearing Daddies hat

UNDER MACKEREL SKIES

 

Trawler men, leave

The safety of port,

Putting out to sea

Under Mackerel skies

And on foaming oceans

Drag their nets

And hope that God

See’s them safe to port

THE FIRST FLURRIES

 

The first flurries of the white,

Began to fall at twilight

Though until the dawn

So by the next morn

Everything lay below

A carpet of fresh white snow

WINTER SCENE

Winter seen through

Frosted glass,

With picture windows

Sugar-framed

THE NIGHT IS STILL

 

The night is still

And summer flowers sleep

To awake with dawn

A NEW DAY DAWNING

 

On the distant horizon

The embers of the dawn

Brightly glow

As God blows gentle breath

Upon the glowing coals

And lights up another day

GOD’S COUNTRY

 

The breeze on my face was still warm

Though the sun was setting

With the horizon a kaleidoscope of colour,

There would be more rain before morning.

And the thunder would return.

The grass was still wet underfoot

And the air was heavy with that earthy

Just rained on fragrance

Overhead through the leafy canopy

Was the quiet whispering of the breeze

Followed by a hail of displaced raindrops

And I smiled to myself and thanked God

That I should live in such a place