Tag Archives: the natural world

Precious Time

The poet does capture
Beauty’s rapture
In verse.
How perverse
That in his desire to ignite
In another’s heart
With his art,
So much of his precious time
Is lost in rhyme.


Autumn Garden

Sitting in this autum garden I
Hear aircraft from the nearby
Airport. The breeze
Rustles in the trees,
Then modernity’s din
Muscles in yet again,
As another plane
Flies by
Competing with the wind’s sigh.

A conker I found

A conker I found
On the ground.
Still in it’s prickly clothes,
Yet to be disclosed.

“I aught
To leave you here” I thought.
“You may, for all I know
Grow into a great tree”.

But another voice in me
Said “some other will take you away, if I leave you here on the grass
For many people here pass”.
So I took you home
As my own.

On my sill
You sit, waiting to spill
Your seed.
Was it need
Or greed
That made the virile
Would that I could
Get to the root
Of this drying fruit.

Give me a diversity of seasons

Give me a diversity of seasons.
Save me from one, long heatwave.
Give me reasons
To rejoice
Ingenuine choice.
Let me hear the blackbird’s voice,
Not the crass
Who scream
For suncream
And complain
That the rain
Is wet.