I stand before the shallow field And whisper to the dawn And see the sunlight burst to life Before the rabid storm The squalling winter’s day precludes The swallow form her nest And drowns the harvest yet to yield And wakens moonlight’s rest It ought not be so (or one might think) - It ought … Continue reading I stand before the shallow field
A sky of emptied tears Nightfall turns warmth into winter - A wan smile - soothing
the frog left anger for tranquility the pond turned the corner gently a precursor to the time of autumn leaves
Warm is a log fire Soft is milk with cream Gentle is a butterfly’s broad wings
There was a young man named Blewitt Who stood on a hilltop in Druitt He measured its height And said with delight It’s not a hill – it’s a mountain – I knew it! picture courtesy of https://www.intofilm.org/films/16055
Oh, the cloud it turned to dark and the sun had lost its spark and the tear-drops they were falling from the sky Joey felt a droplet land in his hand – (he’s got it) then another fell and the Earth - it starts to cry The grass had turned to mud and … Continue reading Joey
Hummingbirds float free Oh, time and richest beauty - Sweet design
The Wind is taking a break today Unlike the gust it blew in When it came out to play But that was then – A long time away – Today it lay quiet With nothing to say What’s up; I asked Wind didn’t reply I pushed and prodded I tried and I tried But … Continue reading Where is the Wind
