Alone at last in my garden shed The beds are made the dog is fed In the quiet I await creative thought But comes there nothing, zilch, nought. It's not supposed to be like this I should exploit this place of bliss I take yet another sip of tea but Still no talent envelopes me. The grass is dew wet and wild birds sing Today is warm as if it's spring The flowers nod in the zephyr breeze With apples falling where they please. This is autumn at its best My favourite month - keep the rest Summers gone, it is no more Now squirrels seek their winter store. I try something employed by poets passed To glorify nature! The subject is vast So inspired by the beauty on display The words now flow - I've something to say!
Tag: Summer
An August Evening with Amy
What more could I ever want On an evening such as this A Blackwater River sun setting And the wind now light as a kiss. Spring here can be magical With the promise of summer to come But watery suns threatening autumn Are much preferred by some. Pause for a moment with the oars still And gaze at the lowering sun's glow We drift briefly on the slack water Then turn our bow to go. Such a simple joy to embrace Calm, quiet, and sublime We should do it much more often We just need to make the time. 30th August 2013
Summer
Dancing shadows, rushing streams Bring on, bring on, my summer dreams Muddy green seas only sometimes blue A red sky sunset for me and you. Harvested cornfields, shady trees Horse with flies and foxes with fleas A giggle of children running nigh bare Hazards abound but they don't care. Summer thoughts and summer highs Pull us through winter's pallid skies We who dwell in this hemisphere Need the summer every year. June 2004
Summer is on the Way
Ah Skylark, Skylark It's March and yet you sing So early this time - So what will summer bring? The warm and sunny days Will burnish your happy song Fields and ponds and leafy lanes Will surely sing along. For you are the harbinger Of English summer times, And as the world warms and changes You will be busy in these clines. The sound of your call freezes My troubles old and new For one blissful moment I fly up there with you. April 2004
Prose for Spring
The days linger longer now And the extra light is optimistic Buds and new grass dare to show And the chills of winter leave. The seasons' cycle moves the warmth Of spring and summer nearer And the power of renewal shines out And there's purpose in our stride. Cold times do have a meaning for us For our lives need the balance Of greens and blues in sunshine So we can revel in the difference.
Our Tilting Planet
The days linger longer now And the extra light is optimistic Buds and new grass dare to show And the chills of winter leave. The seasons' cycle moves the warmth Of spring and summer nearer And the power of renewal shines out And there's reason in our stride. Cold times do have a meaning for us For our lives need the balance Of greens and blues in sunshine So we can revel in the difference.
A Gift from the Deserts
I love a warm wind A friendly summer breeze It wraps me in optimism And puts me at ease. It's so welcome when it comes To city streets or country lane To the deck of a heeling boat Or a crowded beach in Spain. The warm wind tans our paleness And our faces take on a glow Drab clothing is cast away And stressed pulses begin to slow. It's the deserts that give up their heat To the drifting passing air Which, carried over land and seas Ensures we get a share.
As I See Things 