Your face at dawn, very subtle.Mesmerized, I watch and think! What senses, stimulate your blush?Why are your cheeks, such a rosy pink? Curious, are your thoughts sensual?Causing my eyes to well up and blink. Is it wind, blowing up your skirt?Soft breezes, tickling your fancy? wink! Perhaps, watching lovers canoodle?Maybe more? wink, wink!Your normal red, not, contrast with blue.Pinkish shades, looking beautiful on you.

Secret Morning© Copyright 2012 Autumn Writer Silent sun, uncertain light, Screened by frosted clouds from frozen night,sifting through the tangled forest top. Forest’s edge, the chilly brook wanders through a path of ice. Morning beckons; onset of another day. Rise up, shake off the night of fitful sleep!The sleeping herd awaits its master’s call.A sudden snort of frozen air; a bellowed wail,antlers strike a hollow stump,...

Perched a top yonder hill watching, a competition between siblings. One putting his night to rest, the other bringing her day to play. A sermon before us, holding all fast, cold wind piercing through our skin. We will not venture from our pews, until every award is broadcast. Your elongated face, ringed by dogs, colors like that of rainbows, garnishing the dark sky, with your grandeur. Setting in the west for your days re...

  I walked along the banks of Loch Erne and sat down under the shadow of an Alder tree, to look at the sunset over Fermanagh mountains and islands and meditate. Jacques Jardel sat beside me on a fallen tree trunk, philosopher; we felt the same sadness of the soul, now almost a shadow of the intensity of years ago, surrounded by the relentless rain, and bogs of Ireland This Loch still had small fish, hard to see, but glitt...

  Be still O rolling waves and hear The happy telling of my love, And you frail craft that homeward steer, Let go the driving winds above! Now all you brethren of the sea, Stay a while and follow me For what I tell is true and wise, It cleaves even stone asunder! Love is the light that tints the skies, Truth is love’s glorious thunder. And though the deluge rises high, It cannot drown a lover’s heart. Now to my love I swi...

Red sky in the morn,why does nature taint? Sailors does it warn,pallet dripping paint? Clouds are they adorn,colors vibrant and quaint? Has a gods heart been torn, love lost by a patron saint? Does mother earth mourn,shed tears, show restraint? Pure blue does she scorn,like all colors to acquaint?

I am hereI am the ground you walk on,the grass beneath your feet. I am the song on the wind, soft breeze through your hair. I am the smells in the forest,when you walk alone. I am the song of song bird,singing, you are not alone. I am the golden reddish sunset,as night takes the day away. I am the crackle of a fire, may I always warm your heart I am the sparkle in the night,when you gaze in to the sky. I am the bright glo...

Staring into the heavens looking at your full face I can see the look of surprise as I gaze into your eyesStars pale by comparison to your brightness in space Appearing so small and dim as you illuminate the skies I am struck with thoughts of wonder awe and amazementScatterings of much smaller objects in the heavens twinkleShowering the sky like glitter I stare in bewilderment A celestial treat starts to unfold as my brow...

When one looks and gazes into the morning skyThere is always new beauty to greet your eye Totally different each time and always amazingEvery second past her image is constantly changing The colors and lights are wondrous delightsFeeding one’s mind with such glorious sights How Mother Nature paints on her palletI will always put an x in the box on her ballot Much beauty and grandeur she does always impartFilling me with a...

I can feel the ice grip as the temperature drops The snow now holding tight upon the hill tops Days much shorter now the sun lost some power The light vanishes quicker night has a longer hour I used to find once cold and snow I did embrace No longer do I enjoy frosty winds upon my face I know really that winter has a place in natural history Really winter does no longer hold any joy or mystery As winter each year approach...

From east appears new light Cresting on the horizon Bright glowing crescent moon New not old and wizen Laying on it side slightly askew Casting light discernible Making a mark in the sky anew With line now observable Rising above landscape so dark Reaching higher elevation Lighting path for journey long Starting on its migration Casting shadows upon the ground From trees and bushes Climbing high above me overhead Orbit lo...

Have you ever wondered how a leaf does know When to burst the bud and begin life and grow It grows and nourishes the trunk and roots below It holds on tight though the wind and rain bestow It grows with such vigor and large becomes To shade the ground from harsh summer suns Then as the days begin to shorten and cool It changes color and withers without a droolWhen the time is right only it knows just when Releases its gra...

The 7 trees The seven trees Once bare limbed Gather their summer robes Swirling around them As they dance in the wind Luminescent bursts of light appear Through hand span sized leaves Olive green, yellow ochre Dipping and swaying in the wind Shadows moving as the sun arches Its way across the sky Leaves, olive green On grey cloudy days Yellow on sunny days Against diamonds of light Draw a curtain across the busy road So b...

I caught a pigeon today. The cheeky bird had wandered into our house and I found her upstairs in the bathroom. As soon as she saw me, she took flight and tried to escape by flying through the frosted glass of the window. No miracle route to freedom using that method of course.So I steered her out, but she went the wrong way and flew into the bedroom. Flying into everything in a blind panic she was. The bedside lamp went c...

Unlike any others there were two, Soft coats, brown eyes, slender waists and Claws so sharp that blood they always drew. Those in the jungle knew their tale, And so none crossed their path, 'cause the two were never known to fail. But as time would have it, It was knitting a bigger tale, And none were aware of it, Until the tale itself was to reveal, On a grander scale. Finally the time arrived and revealed, And it was on...