NATURE POEMS

SUNSHINE

A day without sunshine?
Now let me get this right
A day without sunshine?
That would be like, night

WEATHER OR NOT # 1

They tell us it’s the climate
That makes our country wet
So Climate is what we expect
But weather is what we get

WATER WAY

From the mountain high
On the summit icy
It begins to trickle
Toward its destiny
Trickle becoming stream
Very quickly
Its method brilliant
In its simplicity
It follows the path
Of least resistance
In its great race
To go the distance
Growing ever stronger
Under gravity
Deeper wider
And ever more rapidly
A great river now
Heading for its destiny
And it’s fulfilled
When reaching the sea

WEATHER OR NOT # 2

The weather types keep on issuing they’re warning
And they keep bleating on about global warming
They even know the temperature to within a degree
In the summer of two thousand and ninety three
We can expect out summers to be long and very hot
And our winters will be mild and damp like as not
Why should we believe that a heatwave will ignite?
When they can’t even get the two-day forecast right

NATURE’S WAY

Time is merely natures way
Of assurance
And stops everything happening
At once

BETWEEN A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE

What is the lesser of these evils?
Ugly wind farms scarring our hills
Wave power trapping human mess
Or the three eyed fish of Dungeness

EARTHLINGS

The origins of the name
"Earth worms" is hard to trace
Unless of coarse some people
Thought they were from outer space

MY FAVOURITE TIME

It’s my favourite time
A special time
A magical time
A time for romancing lovers
For shared enjoyment
Or solitary reflection
A time to drink in the vistas
Along with the cocktails
Awe inspiring displays
Whether over the open sea
Or beyond high distant mountains
Over prairie or savannah
Or painting barren desert
Or colouring the icy tundra
Illuminating a city landscape
Whether it’s across the river
Or behind the gas works
It’s a magical time
A special time
It’s my favourite time
When the sun sets

NIGHT OWL

The graceful owl
Hunts at twilight
And listens to hear
A victim in the night
Then swoops down
In silent flight
Not to prevent
Its prey taking fright
But fear of losing
What is out of sight

BARK

Their whole life
Is etched into the bark
The trunks wear their story
To be read with the eye
Or touched like brail
Cracked and weathered
Like the face of an old mariner
Showing what was
And what is still
It protects like a pachyderm’s hide
Its the first line of defence
Against any aggressor
Then when the tree falls
It’s the last to die

THE GOLDEN ORB

The golden orb
Burning orange
Set slowly
Beyond the distant hills
As it slid slowly down
It painted the hills
In rainbow hues
Back lighting the tree line
Highlighting them boldly black
Showing them in stark relief
Against the crimson sky
As it was finally swallowed
By the western horizon
The sky was tinged with pink
Before darkness was everywhere

GOOSED

The snow geese
In a massive flock
Take flight in unison
Filling the whole sky
Like clouds of white smoke
Billowing up from unseen fires
Rippling across the sky
As far as the eye can see
Almost blocking out the sun
So begins the migration

PASSING BY

Way up high
In the sky
Clouds pass by
I wonder why
On a bright day
Some might say
I see the milky way
Indeed they may
Way up then
Near to heaven
I shall know when
Clouds pass again

SUMMER COLOUR

I love the colors of summer
From Vivid pinks loud and shocking
To more paler and subtle
And all those in between
Whites of abundant variety
Blues of every conceivable hue
Deep velvet purples and vibrant violets
Greens contrasting from dark olive
Through luscious emeralds to pale pastels
Soft lemon and pale sensual yellow
Loud in your face reds crimson and scarlet
Across the spectrum every shade
How I love the girls in summer