Thursday 7 October 2021

THE LANDSCAPE IS DESERTED

 

The landscape is deserted

The lake is frozen,

The reeds heavy with frost

And the Ducks have flown south

The snow lays deep

And Deer have meandered

To greener pastures

The songbirds have migrated

Leaving trees bare and empty

Though the sky is clear blue

And the sun bright

It holds no warmth

And the air is fresh and cold

THE AIR IS COOLER

 

The air is cooler

Just below the tree line

In the foothills of the mountain

Peace and quiet reigns

In the shade of the pines

And the freshness

Of the evening breeze

But for the bird song

CAUGHT IN THAT FIRST INSTANT

 

Caught in that first instant,

That first take from a distance

There appeared from the Woodlands edge

A kind of low misty apparition

Almost like a cloud of drifting smoke

Emerging from the tree line

Of course, when I got closer I realised

It was just the flowering Hawthorn

 

WHEN LIGHTNING STRIKES

 

When lightning strikes

And thunderclaps, feel Mother

Nature’s angry wrath

Tuesday 5 October 2021

EARLY MORN

 

Stepping into the garden,

The wet grass beneath my feet

Everywhere fresh with morning dew

The air honeysuckle sweet

The dew drops glistening,

The sunlight weakly warming

It’s so good to be alive

At the dawn of another morning

MY FAVOURITE TIME OF DAY

 

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

DON’T LOOK UP

 

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

BATHED IN SUMMER SUNSHINE

  Bathed in summer sunshine Gentle breezes stir the stems But above in the golden sun Grow an array of perfect gems