Nature is a really wonderful thing
But I particularly
like Hummingbirds
And there is a reason
why they hum
It’s because they
don’t know the words
Nature is a really wonderful thing
But I particularly
like Hummingbirds
And there is a reason
why they hum
It’s because they
don’t know the words
One foot of snow fell
In the town of
Lexington
So, when he went
outside
He only wore one
Wellington
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
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...