Hi all. This is a poem I re-wrote from a four liner I wrote back in 1990 when I was having serious problems. A friend used to take me fishing to get me away from the stresses that were making me ill, and I'm forever in his debt! Amazing what a positive effect just being close to nature can have. I was lucky enough to wake up just as the Sun was rising on the lake.
Wispy, white wanderers
waltz on the water,
twirling into transparency;
adorning verdure
with crystal kisses,
revealing blackbird’s sonorous song.
Dappled ripples
lap playfully
at shingle shores,
and topsy-turvy conifers
appease my waking eyes.
Horizon’s primrose haze
gives way to
gold-leaf-glimmer,
as cadmium rays
caress my face,
and shimmer through
arboreal shadow.
Mick.