Faint light appears in the east A baby day calls its infant greeting In beams of light lending colour to the world At night all is grey and blue and black But now the earth too wakes up With green and brown of leaf and bark and blade Green too, in the water, reflecting blue…
Sky meets horizon and reflects in the still water two suns, two sets of drifting cloud white to yellow, then red to purple and blue doubled, radiating above and below Let us enter the boat and drift across the sea surrounded by colour and light until we do not know whether we sail the water…
Let us speak of beautiful things Let us look beyond the surface bedlam to see an ethereal truth Let us understand the great goodness in the mysteries of life Whether it be the wordless power of art and music Whether it be flowers and trees, waterfalls and mountains Lakes and rivers and ever-moving oceans Whether…
Floating Lifting off the ground, lighter than air Like a dandelion seed blown in the wind Flying, soaring Higher and higher Above houses and roads Off over yellow fields and deep green forests Cool blue lakes and rushing rivers, Cold high mountains and low rolling hills And there is the coast, and the clean white…
Sun bright in the sky shines down on water smooth as glass boats bob gently in the bay yachts shiny clean and ready to sail sitting on my verandah watching them go I wish I could go too jump on a boat and fly out to sea, to freedom under the sky the immensity of…
We push off from the bank rowing out into the current moon is full, and high shining on the water scattered clouds skitter across the sky and a chill wind blows making us shiver wrapping our coats around us Our boat catches the current and takes us, swift and sure past houses, under bridges until…
Dawn over the water Early morning glow of gold and red reflecting back from the blue depths Spring announces itself with buds encapsulating promises of glorious colour Baby leaves begin to unfurl on mostly bare trees Birds sing softly it’s a new day And in this moment the world turns In this beauty all…
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…
