As trees are robbed of Autumn leaf
New colours congregate beneath
A tapestry just He could weave
Sunset reminds us to believe
Dawn’s kiss awakes the winget choir
As dewdrops flee the leaves to back
In promissed warmth across our shire
As morning mist removes its mask
Sweet childhood memorise retrieved
and seeing is to be believed.
With Winter’s breath the night is sealed
A starlit Eden is revealend,moon rising
over open field
And muted trees that long to speak
of frozen beauty.
Toninght just creak,silly people
never stop to muse
just shake the stardust from their shoes
for such times we will then grieve
Life’s sonnet rhymes when we believe.
For Winter’s bite come Spring”s
soft kiss and Nature’s metamorphosis
from shroudead ,clouded angry sky
Emerges Heaven’s butterfly.
With blut of lamb and budded morn.
Heaven smiles upon the earth reborn.
Artist and Poet on balmy eve.
Each star one moment to believe.
Our mind toasts absent friend the Sun
who spreads honey over lost dreams once spun.
Across mendow the bath shy flowr in hope,
3then piercing treetops’ God’s keleidoskope.
The raging hiss of Summer’s bless
Ducts with breeze the soul to ease
with parfumed promise lovers receive
One breath from heaven mimes believe.