Rain falls,
pitter patter on the roof.
Birds flee from the droplets
from under the trees.
The ground is sodden
as the grass becomes greener,
passing clouds wield thunder;
dreams are hidden
in a cloud of memories.
Category: Poem
Blackbird return
In the garden pristine
to wonder, to dream.
With expectations high;
they take off and fly,
returning once again
to where they remain.
little blackbirds flew away
the nest was bare
they were no longer there
where had they gone
shed a tear for them
that is nature’s way
of saying goodbye
Singing throughout the day
as the rain falls silently
blackbirds begin to nest
the spring brings love
with young to cater for
the birds sing throughout the day
call of the hoopoe
call of the hoopoe
singing away
through diverse weather
he shall stay
in the spring
she will have eggs to lay
in my garden blissfully
together peacefully
Nature’s dream
can we dream
of something unreal
and in that reality
make our dreams come true
from the deepest oceans
to the highest mountains
may we be one
with nature’s dream
The Fisherman
standing on the shore
I see a statue
of a man I once new
as the tide rises
the sun sets
he disappears
to return once again
Little Church – Porziuncola, Assisi, Italy
In this church
may you find peace
and return to your true nature
the spiritual awakening
brings joy to the heart
understanding the self
feeling of freedom
a dream to withhold
Tear
A tear from a King
can turn a desert
into an oasis
Mirror of Truth
look at me
looking at you
our eyes do see
a mirror of truth
Echoes of Life 