The draft dips downward, limbs swaying in the wind;
fearless butterfly hovers over a branch.
Listening too late, one strong gust of wind
propels her towards an overhanging tree.
She grabs hold; hunching under leaves; she waits it out.
What a story she'll have for her kiddoes tonight.
Audacious bee is busily engaged
stockpiling nectar from nearby tulip blooms.
He hears the wind's howl and quickly crawls to safety
deep inside a budding tulip blossom's petals.
"Wind's too strong to risk flying back to the hive;
I might land in Timbuktu or the Sahara."
Hard-working ants had set out on their quest early;
word has it that there's treasure on Ridge Rd.
Hauling crumbs twice his size, along the dusty path,
weary ant has made three trips already by noon.
More slowly, he trudges along with his last load
and gets wind of a blast coming his way.
Dropping cargo, he cowers to a crack just in time.
brown cows mow the dell
stalky egrets pick up ticks
busily quiet
Hush, listen can you hear it?
the sound of buds breaking free
sight of seeds pushing through earth
life returning, the hum grows ever louder.
The pace is starting to increase
more and more the signs are clear
Spring awakens sending winter away
no more do bitterly harsh winds blow.
The flowers of spring high light
the meadows. casting scent
and colouring the borders
hush stop and listen to spring.
Birds flitter busily collecting
their beaks stuffed full of all sorts
lambs bleat to all who will listen
as they frolic back and forth.
Ah the joys of spring gladden
the very souls of all who listen
sun beams shine warming each living
creature both two, four and many legged
Now the waiting is done
once more rebirth occurs
what a wonderful world
we are blessed with
Somewhere in the general melee
we lost our imaginary horses,
their ghostly neighing
added pathos to this momentous moment.
It was decided, we boys, and one sister
of a boy we hardly knew,
that Custer must die, the Indians win,
there could be no sudden victories
plucked from certain disaster.
We had no Indians,
one bow with a rubber-tipped arrow
does not make a gathering of the tribes.
We had no Custer,
six dark haired kids, no long flowing hair,
no mustaches. Undaunted
we marched on to meet our heroic death,
lip-bugles tooting, makeshift flags flying.
A fertile field of battle was selected.
At the site of our coming glory,
it was disheartening to discover,
a growling construction site,
giant bull dozers,
tractors, and iron-toothed diggers
busily tearing up
our hallowed ground.
Jim (my best pal),
loudly proclaimed: " fork it,"
to no one in particular,
then sloped away,
hands in pockets -
an event which I now consider sadly ironic,
for ever since,
we have lost all sorts of battles
over many a fertile field.
Two Bees or Not To Be
Bumble bees buzz busily
In Betty’s big back yard
Balmy breezes blow in from the bay
Beautiful the butterflies
That flutter here and there
Bluebells and begonias gently sway.
Beyond the far horizon
Below the setting sun
Bobbing boats upon the water blue
And far above the seagulls soar
Bemoaning with their cries
Two inconsequential mortals,
Me and you
Perched
Songbirds,
happily,
sing their chorus.
Their rainbow feathers -
shimmer in the sunshine.
Busily feasting on seeds,
with wings rapidly fluttering.
Their chorus becomes a symphony;
a joyful morning serenade to all!
Hummingbird’s perch sipping fresh liquid gold,
while their wings flutter in luminous green.
Soon to be zipping, zooming, flying bold.
Sunlight brightens their tiny plumes to sheen.
Purple finches feed on sunflower seeds,
while joyously singing their whistling song.
Songbirds join their chorus of trilling speeds,
now perched feeding, preening, they won't be long.
Red Robins frolic upon the wet ground,
welcoming their chirping sounds of delight.
Busily looking for worms to be found,
enjoying their jolly Spring feeding plight.
Sounds of joyous songbirds welcome in Spring,
rejoicing summer will soon be in swing.
Plants spring from the ground…
Spring is in full bloom all around !
Hibernating animals become awake.
In their activities they busily partake!
All over in nature, joyful bunnies, we see.
They come hopping to play with you and me!
Causing not the slightest fuss,
They bring out the child in all of us!
The world awaits with bated breath
pause, listen and most all feel
there it is, a deep sense drumming
in the back ground coming to life.
we all feel it, indeed yearn for it
insistently wait for it to come
then all of a sudden we can feel
the gradual warmth winter is defeated.
He shies away taking with him the freeze
allowing SPRING her rite of passage
everything comes back into blossom
almost battling each other for its space
All around we see new tender leaves
feel her warmth stirring things to life
watching birds fly to and thro building
busily their nests for new hatchlings
Riotous notes peel out thrilling us
as delightfully they fill the skies.
Snow drops fading as crocus fill
beds with startling shades of colour.
At last we can peel of the extra layers
wear our pretty clothes never can we
match Spring's awesome display of style
Indeed she gayly leads us towards Summer
Winter winds howl and rustle barren trees
As snowflakes coat like frosting and freeze
Dawn’s early pink colors emerge in the sky
The sun starts to warmly brighten and dry
Tree tops shimmer under the golden sun
The winter magic show has now begun
A red cardinal’s perched feasting on seed
His feathers glimmer as wet snowflakes bead
Snow sparkles like tiny diamond crystals
Blanketing the ground and nearby thistles
Squirrels scurry about chattering away
While busily stealing from feeders all day
Cedar waxwings feast on frozen berries
While their whistling chirping carries
Crows cackle and circle around
Heed warnings as snow surrounds
Nature carries on despite the bitter cold and snow
As Winter’s show magically glimmers and glows
Written: November 11, 2023
"Everywhere we look, complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes". Quote by Vincent Van Gogh
Fragmented form created by Poetess Constance la France
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A breeze kissed trees, laying in a bucolic trance,
Whilst a sunny curtain hived from prying eyes.
Praising comely love, sparrows spurred stance,
In a cynosure spotlight of vivid crimson skies.
Leaves rustled and wiggled in a dulcet tone,
An elixir, as magical as jade rolls, is shown.
The lake sighed as he saw him flush alone,
Swans scantly snuffed the spur to stare.
As they hear the news, the skies are aware,
Happiness spilled in furtive floods of dare.
Fetching flowers fiercely feast with a glance,
Soothing the forlorn grass as it flops in size.
For them, butterflies burst busily into the zone,
To quell their anguish, blot out the blare.
Did you know
At the community hall
The janitor cleans
For no pay at all
Quietly cleaning
Day and night
Crumbs and wrappers
In his sight
He never complains
He just gets on
Busily cleaning
Til all is gone
Modestly staying
Out of view
He seeks no praise
From me or you
Even leaving behind
Gifts for us all
Droppings aplenty
From the rat at the hall
My pet giraffe is called Tiny
although he is extremely tall
He towers above a huge sunflower
that's growing along my back wall!
One day Tiny appeared to be poorly
The vet climbed up a ladder to see
He said Tiny had a bad infection
I must make him a scarf urgently!
So I busily knitted with lamb's wool
My fingers worked all day and night
I coiled the scarf up his long neck
It was perfect and fitted just right!
Tiny now wears his scarf in our garden
And it's cured all the pains in his neck
The vet praised me for my speedy knitting
My home made remedy wasn't hi- tech!
I’m thankful that Tiny is better
And we go out on rambles and walks
But if strangers see us out walking
their eyes often pop out on stalks!
Inevitably places have changed,
where I was born looks like an alien city to me,
it's now a tourist trap for indigenous aliens.
The world was younger back then.
people were more dangerous yet much kinder.
We once carried books around,
we loaded cars and pushbikes
with travel books and the poetry of adventurers.
We were old enough to be piratical.
Of course the young are always dumb,
the smarter they became the dumber we got,
it's a kind of self-shackling.
I know we early comers
belong somewhere in this world,
but we abide half-hidden and liking it.
I recognize who I was and where,
however only in lost maps
once busily crisscrossed.
Maybe I am too young to forget,
it will probably get much better
as distracting rainbows turn slowly
to blancmange.
Please decide firmly your life's aim
Via toiling, success you can claim
In case you are driven by lethargy
Will get wasted your whole energy
If postponement is, by you, made
How can you succeed my comrade?
Very easy to put off things lazily
Victory loves one who works busily
Fools quit by terminating their hope
Against pressures they Can't cope
Wise souls swim against ill-luck
And win through sheer hard-work
When setbacks come, losers weep
When opportunities come, they sleep
Wise people trap via brain chances
Their mind and ideas, trust enhances
If you go ahead with a firm attitude
You will win as you are damn shrewd
Never flinch and lose courage dear
Tear and fear are enemies to cheer.
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