Icy Tears

Winter would stay forever if it could.

It's worked hard to establish itself,

building layers upon layers of ice and snow,

determined to become a permanent part of our landscape.

It's understandable then,
to see the long, sharp, icy tears of sadness

when warm winds blow in
and it must relinquish its grip.

Rings of memory,

frozen in time,

wait anxiously to be released

to rejoin the story of the seasons.

Stripped of Winter's decorations,

the forests are left dark and empty,

save for the icicles
that twinkle like haunted chandeliers,
a memory of happier times.

The ground swells with unfamiliar waters;

milky-grey and ice-cold,
not ready yet for life to begin.

Ice touches gold.

Winter and Autumn, old friends,
reunite for a brief moment.

Together they transform bare fields
into treasure-chests brimming with jewels.

In the same way Winter arrived,
it leaves us breathless, sparkling
with a beauty we won't forget.

And then, with one swoop of a wand

the seasons change. 

A Shiny New Year - 2016!

Pop the cork on this New Year.

Drink deeply.

Let the bubbles tickle your nose.

Savour each moment.

Live!

May you be surrounded by warmth, love and light.

Happy 2016!

The Secret Garden

I know of a garden, you might know one too,

It hides a big secret, as all gardens do.

There's magic in this place, and wonders to be found.

Creatures pass through it, with barely a sound.

They don't say too much, they're busy you see,

They're not in the garden to entertain me.

To each flower they fly, in a blinding zoom,

They're making sure, each plant will bloom.

Some inch along, wearing fabulous fur,

They must eat a lot, so transformation can occur.

Others lay out traps, and then run to hide,

Only when it rains can you see the gems inside.

At the end of every day there shines a special light,

Made of all different colours, so beautiful and bright.

That's the secret of a garden, tell others if you dare,

Understand that if you do, they will want to join you there.