DAWN
The distant mountains
Pale in the mist
Reach up to the sky like children
Waiting to be kissed
As the sun comes slowly into view
It turns the vast sky blue
Birds awaken bright as the day
As if to chase the night away
WATER WAY
From the mountain high
On the summit icy
It begins to trickle
Toward its destiny
Trickle becoming stream
Very quickly
Its method brilliant
In its simplicity
It follows the path
Of least resistance
In its great race
To go the distance
Growing ever stronger
Under gravity
Deeper wider
And ever more rapidly
A great river now
Heading for its destiny
And it’s fulfilled
When reaching the sea
STORM FRONT
The gulls screech and scream
Swooping above the cliff top
On the waves below white horses ride
As the tide surge is broken to a stop
Fishing boats appear to dance
Driven by the weather to the south
They make slow progress in the swell
As they bob towards the harbour mouth
As the weather quickly closes in
The gulls desert the cliff top
Making their way inland to safety
Waiting patiently for the storm to stop
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 on
While un-germinated seeds bide their time
Until nature smiles once more
On this harsh and arid land
REAWAKENED
Nature Reawakened
As The Long Winter Dies
Naked Boughs Are Dressed
Spring Causing Sap To Rise
The Resounding Birdsong
Fills Again The April Sky’s
And The Warming Earth
Releases Daff’s And Narcissi’s
THE SNOW QUEEN
The Snow Queen Banished
To Slumber Again Unseen
As Mother Nature Paints
Again The Landscape Green
TAPPED
It amazes me how gullible people are
They will pay money for any old crap
Paying good money for bottled water
That have been filled from the tap
They call it mineral water on the label
And That Really makes me peeve
People are to stupid to know that Evian
If spelt backwards is actually naïve
MORNING GLORY
It was in the bright spring morn
The birds awoke at crack of dawn
Though the light was still dim
They hop twixt branch and limb
Day begins with the dawn chorus
And starts the day for all of us
