The stream runs down
the rugged hill
To where stands a quiet
water mill
And when water shoots
along the spill
The wheel is turned to
break the still
So, the miller toils
with sweat and skill
And when there are no
more sacks to fill
The sluices close and
again all’s still
It’s my favourite time of day
Is a special time, a magical
time
A time for romancing
lovers
For shared enjoyment
Or solitary reflection
A time to drink in the
vistas
Along with the
cocktails
My favourite time of
day
Boasts awe inspiring
displays
Whether over the open
sea,
Beyond distant
mountains,
Over prairie or
savannah,
Or painting barren
desert
Or colouring the icy
tundra
Illuminating a city
landscape
Whether it’s across
the river
Or behind the gas
works
It’s a special time, a
magical time
It’s my favourite time
of day
When the sun sets
They appear morning
Noon and night
They swell and grow
Rise and fall
And dissolve and
shrink
They are sometimes
thick
Sometimes thin
They are sometimes
dense
Sometimes transparent
They move fast and
slow
They cross treetops
and fields
Lakes and seas
Homes and factories
Deserts and swamps
Tropical rainforests
And arctic tundra’s
They are beautiful and
familiar
Strange and dramatic
They are myriad in
form and shape
A face, a mountain, a
fish
They are brown and gray
Steel blue and black
Yellow and gold
Lilac and pink
But mostly clouds are
white
The creatures of the insect world
Are not known for
their comeliness
However, the
collective noun for
A group of Ladybirds
is a loveliness
I really love a rainy day
As I am a Pluviophile
So, walking in the
rain
Is definitely my style
In the quiet of the night
As peaceful silence reigns
I hear an angel singing
And I wonder if it’s you
Amidst the dawn chorus
When birds are centre stage
I hear an angel singing
And I consider if it’s you
When the wind is in the trees
Swirling in the breeze
I hear an angel singing
And I think it might
be you
When the rain cascades,
Falling from the heavens
I hear an angel singing
And I’m sure it must be you
When the sun brightly shines
And I feel it warm my skin
I hear an angel singing
And I believe it maybe you
At the setting of the sun
When another day is done
I hear an angel singing
And I know that it is
you
The fierce sun burned the land
Cracking stone,
bleaching bone
Drying the rich earth
to dust
To be blown on the
four winds
Or washed away by
unforgiving rains
So infrequent in their
coming
Unable to penetrate
the iron earth
Rain-washed off the
barren land
Like it were a
repellent oily hide
Leaving it sterile and
infertile
To all but natures
hardiest
Most determined to
cling to life
In the fast expanding
wilderness
Beneath rocks and
stones life goes on
Insects toil
industriously, while
Un-germinated seeds
bide their time
Until nature smiles
once more
On this harsh and arid
land
