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Special time when sun must fade
To praise nature, nights beauty made
Light dims, sun loses strength-heat
Dreams waiting, soon earth will sleep

Peace overcomes, buzz was day
Muted colours subdued, not gay
Sky merges-dark broken by stars
Moon a lantern, guiding you far

Across land, farmland to sea
Lapping waves, shoreline acts free
Breeze stirs wind chases clouds
Silent beauty, understated not loud.

I love butterflies so much I wrote a poem about one a long time ago,

Now I have not just one but two on my lower back,


Yes butterflies wild and free

, they reflect back at me

In the mirror for me to see

They were worth it.


By peach,

F reely sharing your beauty in
L ovely shapes and colours as you
O pen up your precious buds
W hen each one is ready to
E xhibit Nature's glory in a
R ange of shapes and sizes in a
S plendid display of her artistry

Cold and bleak my day began
A drizzle of rain not my plan
I trudged along the heavy sand
My body toiling under demand

Crisp the air my lungs draw in
Tears from my nose do begin
Clarity of mind is no sin
As I lift my head to straighten my chin

I glance out across the sea
A shaft of light breaking free
Sending hope down to me
As I ponder on what could be

I reach my climb feeling ok
The dunes fresh but yet to play
Leave a mark with little say
The view amazing in every way

A couple of laps and I’m down again
The clouds dissolved from the rain
The sun a sight of no pain
As I make my way to the watery lane

Wading through salt and sun
Warmth on my back has begun
Winters brisk morning now undone
As I return to where I started from…

Split in half sun over water it crests. Heels of my feet on cedar in full rest. Mug in the hand steamin coffee rests on legs. Mirrored water breakfast ripples of fish that'll bite. Morning mist paints the air over water six feet high. Shore to shore echoes the Loon's day begins. Dog on the dock refract's spears of sun. A mouthful of coffee to take it all in~

I am in awe of such a sight
To see an eagle not in flight;
But resting upon a fallen one's tomb,
In such a place one afternoon.

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The Tui arrives
With a cluttering flutter
To proudly pose
A few notes to utter

It croaks as it sings
Many notes can't be heard
A very strange thing
From this noble bird

Soon it is gone
and from a far off spire
We hear it repeat the song
As from an heavenly choir

With white ruff on his throat
He was formerly known
As the "Parson bird"
and, again he has flown !

He never stays long
but croaks and chatters.
We call it a song
It doesn't really matter

It brightens our day
When we hear his song
and step outside to view.
For it won't be for long

He will be off again soon
Taking with him, his song,
Some notes,without tune
we await his return, ere too long.

That white lacy frill
Graces his shoulder
The contrast a thrill
Delighting the beholder

Basically black,
with metallic sheen,
Blues, purple,no lack
and a hint of green

It depends on the light
How much colour is seen
The black becomes bright
with a metallised gleam

Our tui is common
We see him a lot
Always so welcome
and never forgot

Little snowdrops hiding where you are,
Straighten your stalks and open up.
Spring is coming fast, hear the creeks?
Winter vainly tries to check its speed.

Winter's slack and aging very quick,
Look at pretty blossoms, bright and brisk.
Sky's in fluffy clouds, gray and white,
It is still so early, listen, crack of ice.

Spring, hold on, it is not your time,
Wait till winter turns over and dies.

You can spot 'em the way they carry themselves
You can generally tell a good hand;
They're wiry and quiet and ready for a fight,
When they're pickin' out one from the band.

Nothing fancy, fact, nothing but cowboy
Some's natural..some's gotta be taught;
See, the punchers who always stand out in a crowd,
Don't use words like no or can't or not.

Now this cowboy's day set for makin'
Yet, something has gathered with a doubt;
And the match was struck to be battled,
Left the cowboy no pass or an out.

As he straddles the span of the worn, rough sawn chute
And lowers himself down on brown hide;
The taut, braided rawhide is set to his hand,
It's time now, he's ready to ride.

"Turn 'im out boys!" he musters, .. the gate now undone
The explosion that follows immense;
He throws himself forward, and digs with his spurs,
The gate slams loudly on fence.

A twist and a leap, the young brindle strains
The cowboy snaps quick to his right;
The first frenzied moments of violence now past,
He squares on dark hide for the fight.

The tight rosined grip slowly pulled from his hand
He's unseating now heartbeats away;
A leap and a turn, he starts to unhinge,
His victory will not come today.

Though the fate of the fearless is iffy
And the trials of life so unsure;
Some outcomes just can't be prepared for,
These losses each man must endure.

In the loose clay he tumbles, and rolls to his knees
Grabs his hat, wipes the dirt from his eyes;
"You made a good ride, son!" his pa hollers out
"Should cut you a calf more your size!"

You can spot them the way they carry themselves
You can generally tell a good hand;
They're wiry and quiet and ready for a fight,
When they're pickin' one out from the band.

I love a cloudy day when all is dark and dreary,That sleepy, cozy, kinda feeling that leaves us kinda weary.

Even as a child,I would love to sit and stare..as rain came down, and car's drove by splashing water everywhere!!!

It brings a sorta peace to me,dont know why some complain..as there is surely time for sunshine..but there's also time for the rain.

It makes me feel nostalgic,I love to ponder when..times were so much simpler,when I just hung out with friends.

Also it's romantic on a cloudy day to be..with that one you like to cuddle with, and kiss just you...and he.

So please try to appreciate the dark days like the bright,cause the God who created daylight..also created night.