In the garden pristine
to wonder, to dream.
With expectations high;
they take off and fly,
returning once again
to where they remain.
Tag: garden
Green
Green is the grass
that grows in my garden
black and brown are the birds
dotted around the place
they land feeding on worms
sometimes a splash of colour
when one sees something different
out of the corner of the eye
a branch of hope
beacon of the skies
Rain in the Garden
rain in the garden
as it falls
the birds fly by
from nest to nest
each drop
a message from Heaven
we found our place
peace is to be reasoned
and grace shared
trees collect the water
their branches are heavy
the colours change
as does the sky
flowers are scattered
brightening the surroundings
may they always shape
our destiny
Blackbird Family
the two of you together
in springtime
getting ready to build your nest
digging up worms
with your orange beaks
in the green garden
let the days pass by
and the clouds turn to stars
the night settles in
as lovers do
Blackbird
with your orange beak
what will you speak
in the garden green
your feathers pristine
moving around
up and down on the ground
bring about a shape
part of the landscape
flying away
watch him go today
Bird
A flock of sparrows
I saw a flock of sparrows
as they passed over my garden
they formed a shape an arrow
as if to point the way
bringing about a commotion
they traveled above
stirring up chaos
reminding the over birds
that we who journey in the skies
have but one purpose
for each and everyone of us
to follow them as they fly by
on an average day
on an average day
the sky changes
different clouds move
the sun peaks through
the garden is green
still wet from the rain
I sit at my computer
listening to music
and write my feeling down
content in my well being
Fallen snow
Let the leaves gather in the garden
the falling snow, surround the home.
May peace bring solitude,
as one contemplates the beginning without an end.
Share happy moments with all those gathered,
the light of which shines down.
On a grey day the rays of sunshine break the mundane,
leaving trails behind, these are the paths we choose to follow.
Butterflies
butterflies in love
on a spring morning
dancing across the garden
colours of orange and brown
a playful unison
natures way of saying
I love you
The Golden Tears 