The Dancing Wavelets 2016

Gently the rains which ripple beneath this shore,
Sure as the light so delicate and never so blindly sublime,
Move us about this marshland with spirit,
And squelching something so promising,
It's a kind of sweet surprise,
To regard of that sudden sound,
Of the many falling impressions,
Upon that pale umber liquid body below,
Wavelets so alive and many dancing riffles collide,
They spill into one another sequentially and display,
We love the sound of the rains with quiet rhythmical contact,
Again, the watery world and yet the minuscule Splashes,
For pitter-patter...pitter-patter...wonderful wavelets merge and fade back and fill this slough with hope.

Victoria Day and Land of the Hyacinth 2016

Along these hyacinth walks lay the truth,
On and beyond this fine Victoria Day,
We'll travel in the greenery of this land,
While some people call them blue bells,
They'll rhyme and sing their lovely songs,
As the flowers fade deep away,
But remain vibrate for our visit's momentarily long,
Warblers sing so proudly in the rooftops of the aspens,
And sparkle and dance like spinner tops and sunbeam dreams so true and wild,
Finally, the goldfinches appear for their quick shows,
While the purple finches pose, dressed in their raspberry-red fearless shawls that seem to glow,
And we leave Victoria once more to always return in the glorious sunshine.

Nature and the Insects Will Share 2016

So beautiful, yet pink as the fragile nights,
With smooth spring days delicious like nectar,
For which the hummingbirds taste in each sweet blossom,
High in the outreach pines, the goldfinches arrive back with subtle movements,
And all the winged beauties call out in a song,
Known to belong to the poppy family for ways yet unseen,
Each flower that whispers her name will end,
With their sweet petals falling away in shame,
Dainty forest bleeding hearts shine beneath,
They are the hearts of secret lay bare,
Nutrient surmounts for underground rhizome hails too reach,  
And eloquent equipped heart-shaped flowers begin like a speech,
From whilst it ends and seeds gathered up by wood ants with care,
For these flowers and the insects in this forest have shared.

The Wild Carpeted Violets of Bamberton Forest 2016

The earthen treads among the soil stands,
Of glorious coloured violets and laughing eyes so bright,
From where the earth looks backup and seems to smile,
In this cool spring of our enchanted love,
Spend these calm moments wanting not but needing more,
And long before we saw, joyous fawn lilies so pink yet some to creamy white,
Many were found but lost for today's spring beauties praised,
Into our dear hearts and back to their resting place,
Please lay down behind this forest of serene silence,
Until wild violets with almost blue cast awaken you,
For you're so real, than the look of that sky that may not be true,
Never, if we dare too desire those earthen plaits so vibrant to bare,
We love this inviting forest with floral carpets so bold,
Thus, the living petals so bright and sweetly behold.

Their Cloud Trees 2016

The cloud trees so high in that vapour,
For the strained space above the timber,
As the feeble branches reach out and tease,
From about the tops of those mammoth voids,
With the eagles so beautiful,
Shimmering heads so feathery white and ready for the test,
Just to linger along with the elements,
Send away those vulturous crows,
In their murderous volleys,
They scream like the banshees which awaken my dreaded memories,
But only the tender songbirds please our crowd,
Throughout the nature of this day at Mount Currie,
Love to all the moving voices that live to own this forest space,
For now the clouds are aware and yet dare to race,
Eagles we need your bold strength in common degrees,
Agree to protect us and soar with silent power amongst your cloud trees.

A Wink on this Winters Day of Love 2016

Appearing in just a wink,
The dusky nightfall knows of our winters woe,
To hold and be held against the forest casts,
True is the love affair for the dear one we care,
As another spring that stares up,
From the cold earthlike residual of the world below,
You are the beauty like the colours I dream about and then I awake,
In our natural bodies in which we see the whites,
Only in the most daylight with gentle fondness
We caress with tenderness and play,
Snowdrops thus wild like our passions free and endless,
For the sun bays adieu and all will bed down for the night.