The Heathers cloak the hillside
And Buttercups dot the
meadow
The Bluebells carpet
the woods
And Orchids pepper the
hedgerow
In an understatement
of radiance
Where the wild flowers
grow
Monday, 16 January 2023
THE HEATHERS CLOAK THE HILLSIDE
PRESSED FLOWERS
Flowers picked fresh
In the meadow
Where love bloomed
And a kiss was stolen
The delicate blooms
Were lovingly
preserved
Betwixt printed pages
Of a weighty tome
Now they are
desiccated
Between the leaves
Blooms long since
dried
Still evoke memories
Pressed blooms from
When love was young
Mementos of love
From a time long ago
Soon I was once again
In the meadow
Where love bloomed
And a kiss was stolen
THE WIND WHISTLES
The wind whistles
The frozen rain bites
And the chill runs
deep
And we must escape
To shelter safe inside
Where the barn owls
sleep
A DEW DROP SLOWLY ROLLS
A dew drop slowly rolls along the broad leaf
Like a perfect pearl,
it moves on its journey brief
Before dropping off
the edge to a rivulet below
And the pearl
disappears into the mercurial flow
A BUMBLE BEE BUSIES
A bumble bee busies
A Butterfly rises and
dips
And there amid velvet
petals
A single hummingbird
sips
SAVAGE SEA
All at sea, all at sea
In the teeth of a gale
Under a savage sky,
Black as night,
The wind blows
unabated
Rain stings the flesh
And drowns the spirit.
Rolling black waves
Crash like thunder
All around us
As nature displays
Her awesome power
We pray to our Gods
Our course changed
By great waves of doom
Driving us on
Against our rudders
will
To end us on a shallow
reef
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