WHEN LIGHTNING STRIKES

 

When lightning strikes

And thunderclaps, feel Mother

Nature’s angry wrath

WETLANDS

Each year migrating pairs

Return to the wetlands to breed

To join the resident inhabitants

Who have never felt the need

Frantically honking Geese

Ducks and Swans of assorted breeds

Nesting Wildfowl of every kind

Using the seclusion of the reeds

And in the rich wetlands

The multitude can readily feed

FROM THE OLD

 

From the old,

The sick,

And the weary,

To the young,

The active,

And the teary

One thing I’ve come to know.

Is everyone loves the snow

THE CHILD COMES ALIVE

 

The child in us all

Comes alive when it comes

It has the uncanny knack

To chase away the glums

I still get excited

Just thinking about it

And when it starts

I don’t want it to quit

The child in me comes alive

It really excites me so

When I hear someone say

“It’s starting to snow”

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