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The rain is drumming on my roof. I try to make out some rhythm. As I always do. Some are angry. The other soothe them. I listen for a while. I get up and play a song. Chopin's.
You all stare back at me through the glass. Stolen treasures, Like the tomb-raiders of old, Contraband items So they said at security. Who can make nature contraband.
Croissants and coffee in a garden chair, Haven't yet tamed my curly hair. The breeze is welcome through my tresses, In my head I'm thinking of which of my summer dresses.
Stepping out of my house. I know you've been there. I can see your marks, On every cemented square.
Cool summer breeze soothing my face. Walking through the forest my favourite place. No noise no people just me and the birds. Mind empties of worries and fills with words.
I sit here in the great oak tree. And look over the mountains, to the sea. The sea is filled with parrell. The sea is no longer misty blue. but burning a dangerous red. The wind begins to roar.
Early one morning a raven took wing, Up up he rose on the winds of spring, Far up above all the clamour and din, Around the blue skies he did tumble and spin.
Not a sight I'm used to Right in front of me A little coloured snail Climbing up a tree Maybe he'd got tired And was taking in some air I thought he might fall off But he weren't going anywhere I...
I feel everything.
Lazy days The sun is sounding Caressing the pavements Soft and grounding I find a warm place to rest my dozy mind And be one with the grass blades So happy, I find: Soaking in the rays of...
Little blossom tree How beautiful you look Delicate flowers Cover your every nook. Little peachy blossoms White and lightly scented Gnarly speckled tree trunk The ground beneath you dented.
I can see a view so grand. Just a piece of this pleasant land. A field of green and waters still. Waders fishing with their bill. Insects buzzing round a tree. Seagulls swooping, wild and free.
Delicate wings. Young and brave. A beautiful changeling. Among flowers that wave. Flutter your wings. Perfectly formed. Nature did surely win. When you was born. Spread your wings. Travel the world.
There is always a calmness before the storm. The clouds are all darkened as they form. Thundering skies echo across the land. Untold signs are washed from the sand.
The moment when, after many years of hard work and a long voyage you stand in the centre of your room, house, half-acre, square mile, island, country, Knowing at last how you got there, and say I own...
On the dreariest of days the clouds oppress the skies. The flowers fail to smile. The sun refuses to shine. The wind adds an edge to the atmosphere. This is when the birds sing the blues.
She's got those eyes like summer That hair flowing like June She's dancing all night She's wishing on the moon. Who has her heart. No one. She's as free as the wind.
Tending to the flowers Keeping busy for some hours So many pretty petals Odd few stinging nettles Yet no one tends to me When falling too my knees Some flowers get all jealous When I'm tending to...
The queen of the spring has delicate fingers that can do anything; whether make the flowers sprout or make the birds sing.
Whilst I lay in bed, inside my little caravan by the sea. Sometimes the sea likes to speak to me. It's as if a thousand lions. Have been devoured by the sea.
This is a poem from my teenage years:) I've just come in from the wet and cold But while outside I did behold, the hills before me, white with mist, the drizzling rain which did persist, to drive...
Summer; As the sun comes out, It radiates it's warmth, Sharing the happiness with us all. Every patch of grass, Street, House and river, Is full of light and shimmer.
How I love the Weeping Willow tree. Its branches gently fold over. As though it's trying to kiss the ground. There are so many branches. Like a giant green Octopus. Swaying softly in the breeze.
Beautiful butterfly your wings so bright, fly away butterfly out of sight. Flutter here flutter there, all I can do is stand and stare.