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Delicate gray light flicker’s beyond time
From side to side the drapes that hang so low
One more day has emerged
Intensifying to tweak the curtains back

The morning light to see as of a first thing is the sunshine cloud’s of different shades gray and hasty high in the wishy-washy blue skies looking out into the farmlands to see so many animals browsing in the grasslands and then off for the country route’s
Often just to feel the breeze as to smell nothing but grass, and the haze of the wind as trees sway with a careful gust of the wind and a few tweets of a bird trying to sing a simple melody

Creating a part of life is to see and hear the things of nature,
and hopefully this could help to appreciate the simple things in life
if nothing more than just to enjoy the nature of earth

It is snowing tonight!
How beautiful it is!
Everything is so lovely!
The first snow of the year!

I was all set for bed
when I decided
to put out the light and
to look out the window.

The fresh snow on the ground
and on the housetops
unspoiled by man or beast
appears so peaceful and serene

I see a pine tree
and the upper portion
of its branches and needles
are gently covered with snow.

I have seen that same tree
many times before
but never has it looked
as lovely as it looks tonight.

It is strange
how things that we see
and take for granted
in everyday life
should suddenly instil in our minds
a new awareness
of their presence.

A silent moment
a brief pause
from life's ever quickening pace
a moment of peace -
In times like these
a common thing
like a dried old tree
becomes alive with beauty.

It stands like a quiet sentinel
who has witnessed many an event
through time.
Time has passed by but it remains
silently standing there.
O tree!
What secrets do you store
in your noble branches?
How many events have you recorded
that man knows nothing of?

In your younger days
when you wore your mantle of green
you nested the carefree birds;
to their offspring
you gave protection.
When the sun scorched the earth
you gave them cool shade.
On a cold windy night
you gave them warmth.
How pleasant was their song
to your ear
as they sang a song of thanks
to you.

You were a playmate to the children.
When they romped at your feet
or climbed on your branches
you smiled.
Time grew older
and the children became lovers.
You saw them kiss in your shade
soft with the light of the moon
The aura of their love
touched your leaves
and you blushed.

Today
they have all gone away
but you still remain
silent sentinel
still waiting and watching.
How many untold events
have you witnessed
faithful keeper of secrets?

O that my soul could commune with you
and share of your rugged beauty!
Most noble tree
forgive me for my
once-waxen eyes.

what new plant is this?
flowering bees this morning
and butterflies too


at the roadside
solitary flowering weed
vision of loveliness


look! in the garden
the poinsettia is bringing
its first Christmas


walk softly please
streetlights are making
diamonds in the snow


blown in with the wind
hummingbird nuzzles a bloom
and is blown away again


perched on the treetops
iguana closes its eyes
soaking in the sunshine


the new doorkeeper
of this deserted house
one mister spider


loud feathered thud
- flight into eternity
deceptive glass pane

Keep on singing, bird.
I cannot see you
as I sit enclosed
by the four walls of my room.
But I do not need to see you
with my eyes.
Your song goes to the centre
of my being
making me ever aware of
the kinship of my spirit
with yours.
I do not hear you anymore.
Perhaps you have flown away.
But the vibrations
that your song has set up
within my soul
will go on
like the never-ending waves
of the ocean.
Thank you, bird!

The very early sudden snow storm
has caught out the rose bush
there amidst two feet of snow
bravely it opens its scarlet petals

A vivid bright spectacle against
the pure white new snow drifts
I look realising that as it struggles
proudly fighting the harsh conditions

Standing stately tall and unphased
seeming to give itself a good shake
as if to say, bring it on, do your worst
whatever you throw at me I will survive

So thus are there parallels in life
adversity rears its ugly head
when you are least expecting it
taking you unawares, off guard

Now do you go boldly forth?
display your glory to all around?
or do you fold up and give in?
the choice is in our own hands

6am and falling rain
bed! how cosy you feel
this morning


wobbly legs misstep
toddler tumbles to the floor
screaming with fright


lonesome nightingale
serenades the airwaves
searching for his soul mate


mantis catches butterfly
I am very sad; yet, that is
the way of nature


motorcycle roars
penetrating the night
shattering the silence


on the waterfront
ocean liner calling her flock
- the loud blaring horn

The Breezes flowed through bright verdant meadows
the sky alight in blazing glory of azure and violet
the farmer on his tractor ploughs the field in farrows
pauses to watch the pretty maiden dressed all in scarlet

Golden ribbon in her hair, she brings him his lunch
they sit together in the sun chatting about this and that
as she collects the basket her father points out bunches
of multi coloured flowers down by the river near the muskrat

Her father back at work, she wanders down to the waters edge
picking a lovely posy of the wild flowers to give to her mother
trailing her fingers in the cool waters she lifts her skirt in a wedge
paddles in to cool her feet as it deepens she holds her skirt higher

What bliss to take some time to enjoy the scent of fresh turned earth
to drink in her surrounds and thinks how lucky she is living out here
keeping the age old traditions going, each season a time of rebirth
she heads off back to the farm liking that it is part of the final frontier

I am standing by my window
looking outside at God's world.
Everything feels so gentle
and so beautiful.
The air is very cool
the sky is slightly overcast.
I think it will rain soon.

In times like these
I feel that Nature wants to talk to me
through the trees
the grass
even the stones
on the ground.
I just gaze at them quietly
and feel something from them
go deep into my soul.

Dandelions
sprinkled on the grass below
create a beautiful yellow polka dot pattern
which lights up the neighbour's backyard.
Birds jump happily from branch to branch
on a nearby tree
singing as they do so.
A gentle breeze rocks the branch
and they seem to enjoy it.

Some distance away
lining the street
I see the tall trees
which had been so bare
and almost lifeless during winter.
They look so pretty in their new dresses
with which spring has clothed them.
I can see them waving at me
as if they want to tell me something.
I wish I could turn into a tree
and talk to them.

Maybe they want to say how glad they are
to wear their lovely green frocks once more
after the long cold winter.
Should I ask them if they were afraid
they may have died of cold in the winter
I think they would say they were not
because they knew SHE would protect them.

Yes!
SHE protects them
just as SHE protects the little sparrow
for it is her world
- Her Beautiful World.

Take water, what do you know about it?
it has an almost magical existence
yet does it start as a cloud?
or is evaporation from bodies of water?

The answer amazingly is its a byproduct
when stars are born a strong outward wind
of gas and dust, the shockwaves compress
and heat it forming water and vapour

Next time you have a drink,
Think
in your hand you hold birth
remember you also hold a star

What a miraculous thing is water
it keeps us from extinction
the sheer beauty delights
as it bounces sparkles and twinkles

Transparent and crystal clear
it holds so many life forms
all invisible to the naked eye
Water