SHOULD MY MIND IS SORROWS WADE
Should my mind in sorrows wade, or tedium of life entreat.
A favoured song of past replayed, can move my soul or stir my feet.
A lyrical concerto’s air, impels my gloomy heart ascend.
Motifs lift me from my chair, by Lennon and McCartney penned.
The sparrow and the robin’s call, portend the lovely summers day.
And cardinals my ears enthrall, with melodies above the fray.
Yet I would leave them all unsung,
For whispers of my lover’s tongue.
THE COLOURS OF THE DAY
With the dawn’s emerging light, as hues arise out of the grey.
The world reveals to eyes delight, the winsome colours of the day.
A pallet for each season’s brush. The winter’s white. The green of spring.
The summer pied in flowers lush. The autumn amber forests bring.
Above the painted vista fair, the clouds cascade through azure skies.
Where winged nature fills the air, and rainbows tell of storms demise.
When the light of day subsides, and golden sunset fills the west.
The beauty of the night abides, in gentle glow of moonlight dressed.
Upon the velvet canvas dark, the stars the constellations cast.
Across the polar skies embark, the weaving of auroras vast.
The firefly’s enchanting dance, ore the eerie wisp’s will.
Though all of these my soul romance, there is a sight more lovely still
The envy of all heaven’s embrace,
When ere a smile lights up your face.
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