The wind will blow and trees will bend and bowthe blades of grass will dance their gentle swaythe pond ripples like gentle rings of silkand ears of corn will move and bob all day. A gentle breeze is felt to cool the browwhen summer sun is blazing in its higha gale will tell you buttonContinue reading “The Wind”
Category Archives: Poetry
The Tree
The tree stands tall reaching to the skya canopy of leaves and branches there so highits hollow trunk a testament to ageits mighty girth is weakened by this stage. The wind has moved its mighty head aboutmaking it sway and creak and groan and shoutit has a split along its trunk severethat opens wide andContinue reading “The Tree”
The Blue Lady Ghost
She comes at night walking on stony pathlady in blue from some time distant pastno rest, tormented, trapped, in endless timehow long to stroll in dream, how long to last. Her home, nowhere in this forsaken landher time like an hourglass has long since goneshe walks at night through graves of distant deadshe knows notContinue reading “The Blue Lady Ghost”
Shopping
Sitting in the parkdusk turning to darkradio on and songs aboundjust watching the world go round. A woman passes by, she’s soldher baggage is testament to be toldall the shops along the streethurting legs, aching feet. Bags galore around wrist and arm boxes on shoulders to strained alarm people hurry, it`s so cold young legsContinue reading “Shopping”
Moving On
We have no time to go here or therewe have no time to do or dare we have no time to ponder at the starswe have no time to see Saturn or Mars we have no time to watch or playor do a chore from yesterday we have no time to do those thingsin ourContinue reading “Moving On”
Happy
The world is beautiful, I can’t be sadmy life is full of joy and I am gladthe trees are full of fruit for me to eatapples and pears, so ripe they taste so sweet. So warm a site, watching the children playthe sun is shining on a lovely daythe branches bow along the avenuetheir welcomeContinue reading “Happy”
Winter’s Walk
The crisp and frosty leaves do laylike nature’s carpet all the waythey crunch and crunch under the boottill dense wood joins and churn to mud. Beech trees shed nuts on the groundand squirrels leave the shells aroundanother sound is played by trodden foota sharp crisp, crunchy one of empty nut. We reach the shrubs alongContinue reading “Winter’s Walk”
Dancing Flowers
As I lay awake resting in my bedstaring at the ceiling, an empty head not a single thought enters there at allwatching the tiny flowers on the wall they start to dance; I stare as I lay stilla fear, I’m curious, or am I ill? Flowers parading all in long straight rowsswaying from side toContinue reading “Dancing Flowers”
By The Lake
I left the gravel park and hurried soto get a seat and starenumber plates lined neatly in a rowchildren run without a care. Nestled in among the treesacross the lake a chapel spirepointing up towards the skybut towering so much higher. A rabbit runs across the fernsstirred by a searching houndin panic it darts toContinue reading “By The Lake”
What’s In The Woods (in the dead of night)
`Ever laid under the gleaming stars?Watched with awe on a moon-lit nightwalked through the woods in pitch darknessheard her screech, a barn owl in flight. A silent flight on spread out wingso quiet you do not hear a soundand then at once her voice is thereyou`re wide awake, hear your heart pound. Still walking onContinue reading “What’s In The Woods (in the dead of night)”
