In the early light,
as the trees move so slowly,
we sit still and tight.
Category: Nature Thoughts
Colours
From a black and white world, you showed me there are colours.
You opened the door to another world. A world no longer black and white.
Now that you’ve touched me with your colours, I will never see the world the same way again.
Photo – Kristie Bonnewell
Under the Sky
The black heart of summer moves in the sun,
the light soul of winter moves in the snow;
white hands of lily move in the rain,
dark feet of onyx move in the mist.
Black and white,
light and dark;
all the same
under the sky.
Rain
Rain falls from the sooty clouds
to kiss the desolation we made.
They saw the rain contemptuously,
then they cried when it fell no more.
The clouds call the rain to fall again,
but only for the love of the land.
Haiku: Unknown Flower
in the autumn wind
fluffy pink flowers blossom
from hidden places
A Below Place
a soft living hidden place,
far from materialistic eyes,
a silent another worldly place,
for natural reflective dreaming
Girl and River
She sits by the water.
The river moves by as fish take a peek now and then.
“Do they know my broken heart?” she wonders as nature’s carpet touches her feet.
A clumsy fish wiggles toward her then retreats.
A teardrop falls into the river.
The fish swims away.
Haiku: Complex Blues
complex blues moving
as we contemplate beauty
under the blue sky
Wild beauty
She challenges me to
climb her walls and
touch her many places.
I could spend a lifetime
moving and feeling
my way through her soul.
Her wild beauty keeps me
still, as I contemplate
the part of her wild whole.
She is the land, the oceans
and the sky, yet I am
the lover of this part of her.
The Kyle
The hills of green are visible far and wide, although, down here forever is blind.
The sky is shy today, as he decides that we all need a decent dose of grey without rain.
Winds flow through the castle which once housed our family and our loving hearts.
The sky knows what my heart feels, but he’s always been good at knowing my heart.
I travelled far and wide to try and escape the pain sitting heavily upon my heart as I miss you, yet I cannot keep going forever.
The sky tells the rain to hold off, and the rain orders the sky not to interfere; the sky and the rain grumble like a married couple in love.
Walking along the Kyle, I know the time is near; how wonderful it will be, after over one hundred years of your moods, you and I will meet again.
As the rain begins to fall, it seems the rain won the argument; perhaps I will win with you too.
C & K 