Poem – Page 8 – Echoes of Life

Painting the Moon

I trace the skies
its light dances
where shadows are seen
my thoughts are displaced
creating a memory
in their place

Sunrise

as the sunshines
the day renews itself
we are all part of it
the moon appears
as heaven and earth
are reunited

All your years

As I sit alone
thoughts cross my mind,
a kaleidoscope of memories.
Cherish those
while they still remain,
as spring
fades into autumn—
may they last you
all your years.

Butterfly

a butterfly came to visit me
her colour a blur
of brown and black
but I could make out her eyes
as if to say hello
farewell and goodbye

Sunrise

the sunrise
over the hills
a bright day—

the light of which
stays impressed
in the memory.

dance of the clouds

a bright full moon
the clouds dance
light shines through
darkness is gone
to the night sky
the sun returns

shaping the land into green
across the valley and upstream
where forests are cleared
a range of fields divides
replaced by mountain sides
through hillside pathways
across dual carriageways
the view of colours change
as civilisation has no end