Yellow

Everything is yellow Fields of wheat ripening under a golden, glowing dawn Sun tipped leaves hang grimly to bare branches before finally making their descent to carpet the earth in yellow Seasons come and go but everything is yellow daffodil gold heralding spring dandelion flowers sprinkle yellow across the grass sunflowers open up brilliant gold…

If the Earth could speak

If the earth could speak what stories would she tell long, slow sagas of formation and reformation continents separating and joining drowning in order to rise again crusts clash along fault lines and trembles run through her pressure deep inside explodes in fiery destruction wiping the slate clean and starting anew   If the earth…

Something wonderful

The steps are uneven and could be slippery so be careful, watch your feet The rocks are so mossy must be pretty damp around here I wonder who built this stair looks like it was cut straight from the hill So cold this morning Our breath fogs in the chill air Glad for our coats…

Sacred Nature

Trackless forest Ferns cluster thickly against mossy trees Dim shadow interrupted briefly by shafts of green-gold light Smell of growth, decay, water and soil Life and death in endless cycle Breeze shifts leaves whispering as they dance Small creatures forage Woody litter rustles softly under tiny feet Twitters and chirps sound from the branches flurry…

Sacred spaces

Plastics choking ocean, killing life chemicals poison soil and water like children who won’t clean their room humanity makes the mess bigger deciding it’s all too hard the rich would rather have the money and the rest, who cares what we say while our children wonder how long til we choke on our own rot…

Winter kill

There’s beauty in white The stillness of a silent night A frozen landscape where savage snow Falls gently, spreading wings in a loving embrace Wind-chill murders in quick time While chilly death promises eternal rest Winter wonderland’s glacial show Hides deceptive drowsy warmth Before final sleep

Autumn, in the evening

The lamps are lit Reflecting autumnal gold Up from the sheen of the wet path It’s still raining lightly And I’m glad of my umbrella As I walk under the trees It’s cold, and getting colder And it’ll be good to be home Anticipating warm soup, thick with vegetables Fresh, crusty bread And maybe sweet…

After the storm

When the rain’s stopped pouring out its misery And the wind’s stopped having a tantrum When the black clouds have slouched sulkily away With thunder grumbling in their wake When the sun smiles And the birds, tentative Sing a new song It’s time to start the clean up There’s a hell of a mess Garden’s…

Riddle of the stars

If you go out Night after night And if you get comfortable Settle in for a long stay If you look up At a clear night sky And see the innumerable stars Cool and twinkling in pristine space And if you are very, very patient Could you, do you think Connect all the dots And…

The Edge

Living on the edge Beneath my feet A great lake stretches away Pristine glass To grassy slopes, rising, slowly rising Hills of green and gold And further still the blue and grey Of distant mountains The soft lap of water at my doorstep The slow creak of a boat moored nearby Wind whispers over the…