BE GENTLE WITH THE EARTH

 

Be gentle with the earth

It matters such a lot

Look at the landscape

And don’t be the blot

Be gentle with the earth

It’s the only one we’ve got

FROM THE SIGHT OF THE FIRST SWALLOW

 

From the sight of the first swallow

To the moment of the last fall of snow

More than a short romantic interlude

But nonetheless it was bound to conclude

A love born beneath a swallow’s wing

Perished on the very eve of spring

AS BITTER WINTER DISAPPEARS

 

As bitter winter disappears

The springtime cheers

As with each new flower

The season grows in power

Spring is here again

Stirring the souls of men

THE OPAQUE MISTS

 

The opaque mists

Blur and soften

Disguising the landscape

Hiding from sight

Until the sun warms

And burns the mist away

INHABITING THE MARGINS

 

Inhabiting the margins

Of the water’s edge

The waterfowl are found

Hid amongst the sedge

AS LENGTHENING SUMMER SHADOWS

 

As lengthening summer shadows

Give way to Autumnal shades

The last snows of winter

Are but a heartbeat away

THE SEASONS COME AND GO - SUMMER

 

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 summertime