The night is still
And summer flowers
sleep
To awake with dawn
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
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
Two peahens watched
As the peacock danced
The courtship display
He proudly pranced
One hen said to the
other
“All this is getting
on my wick”
Then shouted “stop
showing off
And show us your dick”
The light spring breeze played
An enchanting wind
chime symphony
But as the breeze
became a gale
It soon turned to a
cacophony
Mother Nature dressed
In her splendorous
gown
Brings forth the
beauty
Of springs abundant
pallet
Awakening the meadows
From winters slumber
Bathing them in
sunlight
Drawing the flowers
forth
As the august moon shines bright
On a clear summers
night
There is mischief of a
kind
For those with love on
their mind
As the song birds
serenade
The courting couples
on parade
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...