IS IT THE ANGER OF PETULANT GODS?
Is it the anger of petulant Gods?
In their Olympian Penthouse
Exploding their volcanic wrath
Down a molten hillside
Or an angry planet
From deep within
Trying to cleanse the earth
Of it’s unworthy guardians
AUTUMN LEAVES ARE GATHERING
Autumn leaves are gathering
Golden in the hedgerows
As the sun sits lower in the sky
Shadows lengthen across the landscape
Heralding winters approach
ABOVE A MOONLIT MEADOW
Above a moonlit meadow
The stars begin to shine
As I plight my troth in earnest
And hope to make you mine
AMIDST THE REEDS AND RUSHES
Amidst the reeds and rushes
Dragonflies hover by the river still
Where the weeping willows
Drooping branches spill
IN THE WATER MEADOW
In the water meadow
The Mayflies pirouette
On gossamer wings.
A pair performs a duet
As they dance their
Ephemeral vignette
THROUGH GREEN-WOODS AND MEADOWS
Through green-woods and meadows
The happy travellers wend
Along the meandering river
Until they reached journeys end
BUSY BEE
Under a sky of periwinkle blue
The honey bee sips the morning dew
Then she spends the daylight hours
Humming amidst the meadow flowers
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