Heralding an approaching storm
Lightening lit the far horizon
As thunder rumbled
Around the valley
Then louder and louder it grew
Closer and closer it came
Until it was overhead
And the house shook
With the power of the thunder clap
And Jagged ribbons of light
Struck the earth
Then almost as quickly
As its thunderous arrival
It moved off into the distance
The chanticleer herald
Cockerel strutting proud
Crowing to the dawn
With voice Clear and loud
Gather in the woodland lilies
Kissed with natures gentle dew
Lay them on the polished oak
And bid your love a fond adieu
Thistledown, in idle flight
Drifts upon the highland wind
Like ancestral spirits
Red roses
For my true love
Each stem symbolic
One for each year
Each unopened bud
A year yet to come
The Red Dawn of a new day
A glimpse of heaven
Signifying a new beginning
Another precious gift
Another day of life
Not to be squandered
But be accepted
In the spirit it was given
