THE CHAFFINCH

She builds her nest

In the time of spring

And then to find a mate

She must patiently sing

 

Chaffinch sing your song

So charmingly

From your high branch

Up in the chestnut tree

THE SEEDS OF LOVE

 

The seeds of love move

Wind-blown in the breeze

And settle on fertile ground

To germinate in willing hearts

THE CHANTICLEER HERALD

 

The chanticleer herald,

Cockerel strutting proud

Crowing to the dawn

With voice Clear and loud

THE BEES ARE BUSY ON THE MOOR

 

The bees are busy on the moor

Among the purple heather

The birds are on the wing

Enjoying the clement weather

The most perfect place

For we two birds of a feather

But it holds no pleasure

Now we are no longer together

HONEYSUCKLE HEDGES

 

Honeysuckle hedges

Line the fence

Banks of Purple columbine

Catch the morning sun

Beds of scented roses

Beside a manicured lawn

Herbaceous borders trimmed

By neat rows of annuals

Clematis climbs the trellis

Amidst the well-groomed shrubbery

There’s so much more

Than stocks and hollyhocks

In an English country garden

DEVOID OF JESSES

 

Devoid of jesses

Or strips of leather

Birds of prey

Fly off the tether

As God intended

The Falcon and the Hawk

Patrol the land

AS for prey they stalk

HERALDING AN APPROACHING STORM

 

Heralding an approaching storm

Lightening lit the far horizon

As thunder rumbled

Around the valley

Then louder and louder it grew

Closer and closer it came

Until it was overhead

And the house shook

With the power of the thunder clap

And Jagged ribbons of light

Struck the earth

Then almost as quickly

As its thunderous arrival

It moved off into the distance