Single out the sleeping sow Hiding in the hay on the hillside Watch the butterflies flutter...
following me along the park trail the Wren's song
They called him the Mourner, The Turtle Dove- The one who cries at nights, solemn, with no one above...
The window blows and knocks the dream Well past full-bright distinction And wallows in the...
In the dew drops of the early morning dawn with the sweet Skylark as my company, at one with Mother nature...
A Haiku inspired by Greg Etsell’s lovely poem “The Colors of Life
The colors of life ...
“Cock-a-doodle-do my Cockerel crowed to me I think he meant “Would I like a free range egg for my...
Winter has shown peeks in chill's reprises As though summer winds follow sultry roads Melting...
like ripples in evening's pond and wind through the trees of the forest beyond...
Sultry heat of night in stray, Beauteous auburn leaves that lay, Sporadic in twirl upon soil...
The definity of absolutely beautiful is to me the exquisite English rose, as I ponder on it’s sheer...
England’s green & pleasant land
Our green & pretty pastures has been blighted by the rain...
I love thy beacons on one’s canvas Oh blessed wondrous night, twinkling torches of guidance for thy...
Leafy patches of Near-bare trees Hold high, Reaching towards stars Hung on moon...
There's thunder in the canyon...
Not from stormy skies above But from down below ...
The storm-bird coos The fruit tree smiles - The summer rain brings tears
The sun danced The water played A bud became a flower
