Forget-Me-Not
It sows itself, unaided,
It grows by itself, unaided,
And every spring its flowers come
In a burst of brilliant blue.
The Thought Process of an Amateur Birdwatcher
There they were, on the path in front of me,
Cheerfully splashing in a muddy pool:
Two unknown birds, just challenging me to
Identify them.
A Tale of Two Birch Trees
In our garden are two silver birch trees,
Both grew from wind-blown self-sown seeds.
I found the saplings thirty years ago
And transplanted them to where they now grow.
Early Spring in Orchard Avenue
In every other tree
A robin sings
Territorially,
Assertively
Staking his claim,
His right to be
Right here
In this tree.
One Thing
David wrote…
One thing have I asked,
One thing do I seek:
To dwell in God’s presence,
All the days of my life,
To gaze on his beauty,
To listen to his voice.
Only one thing matters.
The Apple Farmer
I met an aged apple farmer
Busy with his work,
His face was gnarled and weather beaten
Like apple-tree bark.
For Beatrice (7th January, 2015)
A time of joy, a time of pain,
A baby girl born,
And passed away,
In just one day.
Observations on a Winter Morning
A crisp, cold, frosty morning with the low winter sun shining strongly out of a clear blue sky, making the ice crystals glisten and sparkle on every leaf and blade of grass. Not a breath of wind this morning – the water as still as the proverbial millpond, reflecting the glare of the sun into my eyes.
Wind over Whitecliff
A strong Sou’Wester,
Storm Gerrit, someone’s called it,
Harrying over the harbour,
Pulsating over the park.