Beautiful blue Globe
Unique Jewel to treasure
Let’s keep it that way.

Warm, golden sunlight rarely shone
Upon that solitary thorn;
Red velvet petals are all gone,
They wilted as soon as they were born.

Black storm clouds gathered o’erhead

Pivotal year, 1914,
The likes of which we had never seen,
Slaughter and mayhem on the World scene -
A colossal jolt to human kind.

Apocalyptic page unfurled

A streak of blue lightning
Across a babbling brook
Takes me unawares
The moment that I look
Past pastures of green
And dandelions of gold,
My attention is fixed
On this insect so bold.

Her Chrysalis cracked
And pure rays of gold
Poured through the thin
Grey shell-like mould;
A fluid rapidly pumped
Through tiny veins,
Feeding a fragile form
Struggling in pains.

January was feeling sad
For February is much better
Less chance of deep snow
Although the weather's wetter.

February was unhappy
For in March spring would start
Causing sweet thoughts

All is not doom and gloom
No matter what the papers say;
Acts of love and kindness abound
Like shafts of sunlight amid the grey.

“Every cloud has a silver lining”

Swirling slowly
Like a spiralling
Galaxy,
Creamy circles
Spin round
And round
At the slightest turn
Of my spoon.

Frothy Comets
And Planets
And Pulsars
Disappear

Down

A huge

Tell me more about you,
What’s your name, where do you belong?
Did your mother sing a lullaby?
Did she kiss you to sleep with a song?

I hold you in the palm of my hand

Does your love write notes
On the bathroom mirror in the steam?
Messages of affection
That will not fade as a dream?

Does your love leave little notes
On the car seat in the drive,

Appearances can be deceptive
And, to the superficial gaze,
The outside seems dull and grey
Plain looking in many ways
Yet, when a crack causes
Water to seep slowly through,

I’m a plain piece of paper
Resting in your warm hand,
Wondering what you will make of me,
Something small, or something grand?
Will I be a little white rose
To bloom, but never to die?

Strolling along the river
I saw beauty at every turn,
I sensed a sweet serenity
As my heart did truly burn.

Birds were flying carefree
High up in the clear blue,

Source of inspiration: A Get Well Card.

There happened to be an Elephant with purple skin
Which caused many a little child to laugh or to grin,

Whenever I feel sad
And life’s troubles wear me down
I just look upon her face
And no longer wear a frown.

Whenever the cold rain
Pours upon parched ground