There once were three sisters,
Three sisters, yes, three!
Their lives, fun and blissful,
Delightful, carefree.
Each day they would dance,
They would prance in the wood,
The wild joy of innocence,
Of charming childhood.
Like dank & dreary ectoplasm, rolling through the hills,
Shapeshifters crawl valley floors, contorting all their skills.
A clear view scene becomes erased, its softened lines rubbed, blurry,
Each featured definition fades, as focus turns to furry.
Feel clinging mist and lifeless fog enrobing cool, bare skin,
Sense its dense breath stroking cheeks & dampening your chin.
Traipse betwixt the writhing forms, cascading through the gloom,
Where ghostly apparitions fade & tortured spirits bloom.
Lay me down on a blanket of white,
Where tears are frozen and eyes shut tight.
Feeling the tingle from cool, crisp sheets,
Drifting down, silently, piece by piece.
A magical palace, where earth blends with sky,
And freezing stars glisten, remotely, on high.
A calming, clear bitterness, fashioned from ice,
Where crystal, laced petals shine bright, to entice.
As snowdrops fade, and seek their rest,
A cheerful flower is at its best.
A gladdened heart will soon be mine,
To heed the Lesser Celandine!
Each bright, starred bloom, a tiny sun,
Each fragrant note, a tuneful hum,
Yellow paths will line your way,
As smiling faces light the day.
Fly high, butterfly,
Flutter on, flutter by,
Over the hedgerow,
Over the gate,
Quickly now,
Captivate!
Flutter by, butterfly,
Fly on by, high fly,
Beauty brings
Vibrant colours,
Silent wings,
Insect stunners!
Hidden Shafts Of Light
Concealed in every forest,
Find hidden shafts of light,
They’re only seen on sunny days,
Or when the moon shines bright.
Every nook & cranny
Gets to glimmer in the end,
When hopeful beacons gain the chance
To be the light shaft’s friend.
Spring’s Grand Groove
Minute spheres of energy,
Wait to make their move,
Set for celebration,
Eager for Spring’s grand groove!
Just a little longer,
Each bud ballon will pop,
A floral leaf explosion,
A brand new surging crop!
My Happy Place
I’m walking very slowly.
I want this day to last.
Not thinking of tomorrow.
Done thinking of the past.
For here in earthly paradise,
I’ve found my happy place.
To walk these lanes forever,
To savour every pace.
Spring Prologue
Life begins; so tiny.
Life begins; so small.
Life begins to push on through,
Till small soon turns to tall.
Wakening
Winter; tired, and overworked,
Past time to slope off home,
Hauls wrinkled blankets way up high,
Drifts, weary, through the gloam.
Beneath the damp & dormancy,
Awakenings start to trickle,
Hidden deep from prying eyes,
Life’s expectations, fickle.
