Can there be a more beautiful Snowflake
To rest upon your pink nose
Yet melt almost immediately
Like frost on a fragile Rose?

Can there be a more beautiful Lily
To bloom in the month of May

I’m captivated by the sparkle
That each clear facet allows
As golden sunlight is split,
My love for you thus grows.

It’s because of your little faults
That I love you all the more;

He’s wracked with a gnawing guilt
That makes his strength quickly wilt;
Although many years have passed by
The memory still haunts his inner eye.

“One for the road” was one too many,

Tiny rock islands
Well worn by tourists new boots
Seeking drier land.

It slipped through my hands
Even though I have
One shorter than the other,
I’m usually
Quite dexterous;
My job is
To keep people aware
Of the time.
But, on this occasion
Time flew by me,

Dusk is suddenly upon us
As purple and indigo
Mingles with faint pink
Brushstrokes overhead;
A distant chattering grows louder
As a mass of Starlings swarm,
Half a million strong;

She breathed in big breaths
It exuded memories
Warm smiles lingered on.

One diamond dewdrop
Sparkles in morning sunlight
Then, slowly drips down
The dandelion’s green stem
To nourish its thirsty roots.

Gratitude, that rare
Butterfly that cares to rest
Upon hearts hungry
For kind, appreciative words,
Makes faces glow with warm smiles.

First they came in twos,
Dropping down from the sky,
Signalling a happy time
For each child’s watchful eye.

Then the wind blew softly
Coaxing crystal clear flakes

Yesterday was frosty,
A frigid December’s Day,
And on the bitter battlefield
A Soldier did silently pray;
He was the only one to recall
That tomorrow is Christmas Day.

I

Sunlight through rain
Splits prisms into
Glorious colours
Exquisite to view.

Amethyst and amber,
Emerald and sapphire,
Arc above our eyes
And make us admire.

II

A veil of tears

No pointed needle is needed
To flood your bloodstream
And saturate your brain
Even poison your dream.

This drug is given via sockets –
The source is truly electric,

Golden glow beneath
Your chin could predict a love
To last forever.

White butterflies fall
From a cloudy winter sky
Covering green blades
And there is where they will lie,
Slowly melting like a sigh.

‘Tis a pity they
Only dance for a short while,