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

THE CREATURES OF THE INSECT WORLD

 

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

I really love a rainy day

As I am a Pluviophile

So, walking in the rain

Is definitely my style 

IN THE QUIET OF THE NIGHT

 

In the quiet of the night

As peaceful silence reigns

I hear an angel singing

And I wonder if it’s you

 

Amidst the dawn chorus

When birds are centre stage

I hear an angel singing

And I consider if it’s you

 

When the wind is in the trees

Swirling in the breeze

I hear an angel singing

And I think it might be you

 

When the rain cascades,

Falling from the heavens

I hear an angel singing

And I’m sure it must be you

 

When the sun brightly shines

And I feel it warm my skin

I hear an angel singing

And I believe it maybe you

 

At the setting of the sun

When another day is done

I hear an angel singing

And I know that it is you

THE WILDERNESS

 

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, while

Un-germinated seeds bide their time

Until nature smiles once more

On this harsh and arid land

SKELETAL TREES STRIPPED BARE

 

Skeletal trees stripped bare

Dressed now in ice and frost

As they shiver in the wind

Longing for the summer lost