Laughter bounces off the icicles of branches reaching for the sun...
Prisms by the thousands colouring the white forest floor below,
it's so close to perfect; I hold my breath, my eyes hold Nature.
Soaking up the panoramic view like a long starving sponge,
I dip my thirsty quill in ink and celebrate its weary scratchings.
The restless muse that demands I pour out my heart 'n' soul,
stands back while I pour my blue to an empty page, hope it sticks
Gently she encourages while the old quill hovers with uncertainity,
beauty appears renewing life's horizons warming souls.
Can you feel the echos of time in the sweet poetic rain?
And the wind echoing through passages where words linger...
they speak of souls that journey through the ages, hearts bonded
in dawning mists of enchantment lasting through forever.
It's in the white breath of winter that I find my sacred space
cloaked in warming flakes save beneath earths crust ,
still, quiet...and I am soothed by the knowing of Spring's coming
enchantment in yellow and green thrusting towards the sun
like smiling children reaching for attention; their light infectious.
Joy and laughter falling gently on soft summer breezes
The whispering veil of drifting cloud expands in falling blue
As the swift running rivers set their tunes as backdrop
roaring toward wide blue unfathomable depths
cascading through rapids and falls flowing to the sea.
ripples caressing lovers in passions first flush
heart beats pounding as we feel loves rush.
It's the blush of an eager Spring that dusts our days with joy
burgeoning trees proudly displaying their fruitful splendour
ground becomes covered with green so far as the eye can see.
profusely scattered wild flowers dancing in full glory
to a rhythm known since time began. We watch them
with dawning light of understanding of nature's true spirit
bestowing upon us the full variety of her many bounties
and the beauty of many rainbow colors. When the time comes
we will walk through the wildflower fields of poetry
choose the words most colourful and bright
beautiful images drip through bright scarlet reveries
as hearts beat a little faster, and we feel a warmth inside
it is the knowing that that which we share...will touch another's soul
a whispering freedom creeping through the bone and pulse of vein
gentle is the sweetness of warm ocean breezes caressing skin,
Myriad of emotions fly along rainbowed paths to the heavens
Prisms by the thousands colouring the white forest floor below,
it's so close to perfect; I hold my breath, my eyes hold Nature.
Soaking up the panoramic view like a long starving sponge,
I dip my thirsty quill in ink and celebrate its weary scratchings.
The restless muse that demands I pour out my heart 'n' soul,
stands back while I pour my blue to an empty page, hope it sticks
Gently she encourages while the old quill hovers with uncertainity,
beauty appears renewing life's horizons warming souls.
Can you feel the echos of time in the sweet poetic rain?
And the wind echoing through passages where words linger...
they speak of souls that journey through the ages, hearts bonded
in dawning mists of enchantment lasting through forever.
It's in the white breath of winter that I find my sacred space
cloaked in warming flakes save beneath earths crust ,
still, quiet...and I am soothed by the knowing of Spring's coming
enchantment in yellow and green thrusting towards the sun
like smiling children reaching for attention; their light infectious.
Joy and laughter falling gently on soft summer breezes
The whispering veil of drifting cloud expands in falling blue
As the swift running rivers set their tunes as backdrop
roaring toward wide blue unfathomable depths
cascading through rapids and falls flowing to the sea.
ripples caressing lovers in passions first flush
heart beats pounding as we feel loves rush.
It's the blush of an eager Spring that dusts our days with joy
burgeoning trees proudly displaying their fruitful splendour
ground becomes covered with green so far as the eye can see.
profusely scattered wild flowers dancing in full glory
to a rhythm known since time began. We watch them
with dawning light of understanding of nature's true spirit
bestowing upon us the full variety of her many bounties
and the beauty of many rainbow colors. When the time comes
we will walk through the wildflower fields of poetry
choose the words most colourful and bright
beautiful images drip through bright scarlet reveries
as hearts beat a little faster, and we feel a warmth inside
it is the knowing that that which we share...will touch another's soul
a whispering freedom creeping through the bone and pulse of vein
gentle is the sweetness of warm ocean breezes caressing skin,
Myriad of emotions fly along rainbowed paths to the heavens
