Nature knows how to weave a song,
It matters not if it’s short or long,
Seeing as nature can sing along,
Everything’s right, and nothing is wrong.
Nature knows when true life begins,
When petals are pure, there’s no floral sins.
Nature knows when it’s had enough,
When its time is over, & things get tough.
Bitter, wild wind,
You claw at my face,
Your power so hungry,
Your calmness misplaced.
I thought I heard thunder,
Rage through the trees,
As gusts trespassed, racing,
With icy cold freeze.
The sky is a monster,
Of battles to come,
Thrust crystalline needles,
Extremities numb!
A snow blasting blizzard,
A skirmish of storms,
Hoping for change,
For the scene to transform.
As I stroll through these lanes full of wonder,
The words all leak out, like a flood,
I don’t know if they’re passed through osmosis,
Or something that flows through my blood!
Some words run out, like a river,
Sometimes they trickle like springs,
Some days they fly like sweet birds in the sky,
Or are borne upon gossamer wings.
One time a bee buzzed some words in my ear!
Another day, cows seemed quite mooooved,
The sheep cocked their heads on one side, then turned tail,
I Don’t know if they really approved!
The trees bowed & swayed, their old branches in wind,
Not sure it was yes, or plain, no!
The snails, slugs & spiders,
(I’m happy to say,)
Just turned round, boldly, & told me to go!
One Step
What does it feel like to step on a cloud,
Treading soft, fluffy pillows without any sound?
Can you perceive how to float up on high,
Fast orbit the moon & fly through the sky?
What sort of magic spell sets you so free,
To dance with the raindrops & capture the breeze?
Granny’s Lemons
Granny’s eyes were failing,
Her head was foggy too,
When Spring came we went driving,
She stared out at the view.
The murmur of the engine,
The rattles & the hums,
The sunshine warming Granny’s face,
As Granny twiddled thumbs.
At some point on the journey,
Granny’s eyes would close,
Her head drooped, nodding gently,
The odd snore from her nose.
Sharp, wily winds came calling today,
They crept up to take my Summer away.
In hushed tones, whispering soft to portray,
“It never was yours to claim anyway!
For I control the seasons, my jet stream is the proof,
You cannot see it looming, it’s strong & too aloof!”
