Monday, May 19, 2008

19th May 2008

Spring colours fade fast against golden evenings

Sunsets come on light skies to our hearts leavenings

Growth vies eminently upward into clear skies glooming

 20 apple trees in unison are cloaked in pink blooming

While 10 golden laburnums sit longing for a still day

I shall take my joy in every sound and sight I may

A thick bed of bluebells carpets a moist, loamy dell

A robin sings a story the wisest may seek to tell

I see a world where an enchanted being inhabits

Prideful sprite or elf, or just soft magical rabbits

There are no boundaries in this wondrous world

For all is a reminder of the great peace unfurled

If dissonance strikes like the thunder of harmony

No matter the hurt you cannot win with parsimony