I want to live
Where
you can see stars
In
the night sky
And
it actually gets dark at night
I
want to live
Where
the riverbanks
Are
grass and reed
And
the dominant colour is green
I
want to live
Where
the animals
Outnumber
cars
And
I know all my neighbours by name
I
want to live
An
idyllic country life
In
a village or on a farm
In
a chocolate box paradise
Wind is a wonderful thing
Invisibly
it makes the leaves dance
And
trees gyrate as if shaken
By
an invisible hand
Water
is pushed before it
Rain
and snow are driven by it
It
ripples through cornfields
Whispers
in the grass
It
whistles through canyons
Whines
like a tortured spirit
Or
scream like a banshee
It
is a fickle force
It
can be silent like a mouse
Or
roar like a lion
Its
gentleness can caress your cheek
Its
awesome power
Can
toss you like a rag doll
Or
snap you like a twig
Its
power is to be respected
It’s
uncompromising and indiscriminate
A
force to be reckoned with
Whether
from the frozen north
Or
a bitter easterly
A
stormy westerly
Or
a vengeful tempest from the south
Beneath
autumnal skies
The
suns strength diminishes
With
each passing day
Then
foliage turns slowly
From
green to gold
And
finally to red and brown
Before
fluttering to earth
The
gentle late summer breezes
Make
them dance
And
when breeze turns to raging storm
They’re
sent swirling
As
if court in some frenetic snow globe
The
lucky ones escape this chaos
And
ends their short lives
Trapped
Beneath hedgerows
Or
blown into quiet corners
The
rest whirl like dervishes
Hither
and thither
Until
the winter rains
Turn
them to mush under foot
It’s my favourite time
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
Awe
inspiring displays
Whether
over the open sea
Or
beyond high 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 magical time
A
special time
It’s
my favourite time
When
the sun sets
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 on
While
un-germinated seeds bide their time
Until
nature smiles once more
On
this harsh and arid land
We walk together hand in hand
As
we stroll across wet sand
The
sun sets, as the day grows old
Turning
silver seas to shining gold
We
continue our walk in twilight
As
the moon illuminates the night
And
the stars adorn the heavens
The
sea breeze soon then freshens
Surf
moves higher up the shore
We
head back to home once more
Butterflies flutter by
On
a balmy summer afternoon
An
earthy fragrance in the air
After
a shower of summer rain
Mingles
with jasmine and honeysuckle
And
you doze on the patio
Only
to be awoken
By
the more powerful fragrance
Emanating
from the BBQ
And
the chink of ice in a G & T
