Dreams

A peephole into another world

that is unsullied and calm

like a pristine flag newly unfurled –

Yellow

Yellow is a living colour

the colour of the sun at noon,

the colour of the midnight moon,

of waving wheat and ripening corn,

the glowing horizon in early morn.

Lillian

Lillian of raven hair and pearly skin

wears a dress of blue muslim

a colour that matches the sky’s azure hue.

Standing Alone

I stood on the precipice and shouted

I stood on the precipice and cried

I just wanted someone to listen

and try to understand how I tried,

Dusk

The sun descends in the west

and an evening star would shine

except it is hidden behind a nest

of clouds as grey as brine.

Dusk

The sun descends in the west

and an evening star would shine

except it is hidden behind a nest

of clouds as grey as brine.

A Child’s World

An adult’s heaven is more remote than a child’s

more faded

a mockery rather than a haven

looked at with an analytic eye

from a world much smaller than a child’s

Eyes

Unconditional love shines in his eyes

oval, slightly tilted, black-rimmed green eyes

flecked with gold, large and unblinking

‘I love my owner so much,’ he is thinking.

Sunrise – Sunset

It is a holy thing to see

each new opening morn,

the beginning of a journey precious to me

begun with the tender light of dawn.

 

So soft, so calm, so eloquent

lightens and brightens o’er the land,

the glitter of starry skies is spent

diminished by the golden orb’s stand.

 

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Bleak

Black trees loomed up out of the greyness –

a wall of angry, threatening giants.

Wet mist smeared all surfaces with cold, clinging, vapourous slime.

Nothing moved in the still, suffocating surroundings,

Nothing except a single horse-rider –

cloaked in black to match the trees.

The all seeing Eye

The Eye sees all :

the strength of the earth below

and the love of heaven above

told in the words of minstrels and poets.

The Changing Sky

The early morn sky’s

pearl pink hue

in the east does lie

and becomes an irridescent blue.

The Stream

Once more

sweet stream,

This Tree

This tree

is old

but strong

and majestic,

After The Rain

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After the rain

the day is blue and gold,

flowers that were soaked and forlorn

now sparkle and glow…

Cracked

The parched earth

opens its heart

in supplication

to the pregnant clouds

above,

Light

Above the silent bay at midnight

in the sea reflected sky,

there shines a silver moon

amidst barred clouds,

like a bloom

shines the silver stillness of the moon.

Delight

I delight when I awake

to see the golden dawn

and take a thankful breath

that a new day is born.

Life Is Good

I have a house to live in

I have food to eat,

I know to throw rubbish in a bin

and I can occasionally afford meat.

An Unkept Promise

Powerful, towering clouds,

gun-metal grey and threatening

the quiet, cowering land below.

Day

Pillows of pink

among the blue

make me think,

‘what a lovely hue!’

When the sun comes up

Against a rinsed blue sky

the sun comes up entirely gold

no pink or purple streaks of dye

a new dawn painted on a canvas bold.

Resting Lion

This is where the lion lies

on golden grass

with silent flies

on his moister parts –

flared black nostrils

panting pink jaws

are darkly crowded hostels,

even on his great paws.

Golden Butterflies

Lazily floating

on warm, dry air

soft sun-rays coating

a beautiful pair

of golden butterflies

Night Sky

Tonight the sky’s darkness

is brightened by a moon bright and full

that quite overwhelms the sprinkled stars

whose continuous twinkle on the Milky Way

is tonight a softer, more wistful glimmer.

After rain

This morning the sky was sparkling blue

a pleasant change from the bleak grey hue

that the rain of the past few days drew,

Garden at Night

At night the garden is a  cool and silvered place

beauteous, calm and free.

The beaming sun has sunk

into its bed of tranquillity

and the shimmering moon has risen

and sails the dark, impenetrable sky

with soothing silver majesty.

This Afternoon in My Garden

Small brown birds

busily pecking up

tiny seeds from the sand –

they do not let up,