Rainbow
A Thing of Beauty You are as strange as a rainbow, so rarely seen. You seem real enough, your bright colours gleam. I cannot hold you, touch you, reach you, I cannot find your source; the calm after...
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Summer balm weighs heavy my heart can hear the trill of eloquent seasons intentions to nature’s clock fulfil But… O’er the nest is empty remains there barren still as lacewings...
View ArticleWinter’s Hoar
No money can her beauty buy, enchanting all she touches, virgin white and transient, the hoar frost kiss the bushes. Spider’s webs of crystal tears, furry leaves of velvet feathers,...
View ArticleMurmuration
As I lay upon the grass and gaze into the sky, I see a flock of starlings scoot and flit on by. Starlings are a noisy bunch, it’s true they cannot sing; but they are, oh so graceful, as...
View ArticleThistledown
Step quietly, step quietly, tread lighter still, do not wake her, with footprints shrill. Step forth, step forth, with thistledown toes, footfall snow, so nobody knows. And when you are gone, they...
View ArticleTrees
Matchmaker trees, trunks of knobbly knees, arthritic twigs, that creak in the breeze. A splutter of leaves, yellowed nicotine trees, the breath of a smoker, lets out a wheeze. We’re dying,...
View ArticleMorning Glory
sun is dawning and a new day forming I see the brightness in the sky let me hope this morning glory swiftly brings me to my lover’s side © Morning Glory 05.04.15 by Alexandra...
View ArticleHomecoming
The geese flew northward home, as the rains came down and quenched the ground, and the winds bemoaned a lullaby. The trees bowed down their lofty tops, and the sunburned leaves fandango farewell,...
View ArticleFree Spirit
I am a free spirit – I go where the North winds take me, whilst the restless dried leaves tumble and fall, the bitter breeze blows, calling them. I am in no man’s land – free as the mountain...
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