Monday, 4 October 2021
A Roost of Butterflies
Monarchs migrate alone. Monarchs migrate alone. They only migrate during the day and come down at night and gather in clusters called roosts.
Purple Irises
in the morning stillness
with three tongues that lick
as if to catch a dew drop
upon each tip
Golden bearded and strong
these living gems
calling for those lucky enough
to scent and see them.
Rhizomes barely catch the earth,
with roots that serve as a place of rebirth
Dividing as they go
year after year, they double in show
Oh, this beauty with for my eyes to see
I cannot keep them for only me
with friends true I shall share.
and next year bring to them
this joy I find in
a purple world with hues of gold and fragile love.
by Chris Lane
Gem of a Friend
You are an explosion of light and energy,
You are the fertile womb of stars,
You are as a hypnotic dream of boundless colours,
You are like the eyes on a peacock's feathers,
You are fragments of possibilities,
Reflections of alternative realities,
Mirrors to infinity,
The birthplace of bewildering secrets,
The light of love between worlds.
You are a multifaceted gem,
You are crystal truth,
You are the dazzling future,
You are the source of pure light refracted,
You are a prism dividing light into a mesmerising spectacle.
by Alexander Thomas
Round Bale
Gone
The days
Of scarecrows
Haystacks and bales
Gone the rail fences
Barbed wire now encloses
Hay now machine-rolled spirals
Tractors now plough – where once teams pulled
In a world of steel and rolled fodder
How can the livestock expect a “square”meal?
by Padre
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