Umbrella Day

Umbrella day to shade one from the rain,

Walking in puddles on a blustery day,

Standing under an umbrella some protection, 

A guard in a way,

Singing in the rain under cover 

As you walk away,

 

Flower Moon

Hunting in a Flower Moon,

In May in the dead of the night,

Close to the Tor the Moon is bright,

Illuminating the sky at night,

Hawks eye view over the moor in the lunar light,

 

Dream Flying

 Dream flying in the dead of the night,

 The moon a guiding light,

 The World is an Oyster, 

 So leave a realm to go explore,

 Collecting souvenirs is memories gift,

 A maple leaf from Rockies High. 

 From Russia with love to steal a kiss.

 Standing on a Table Top looking down over a bay,

 Feeling the warmth from a Rising Sun to help you on your way,

 Over the Pyrenees heading to the Eiffel Tower,

 To circle Big Ben just before the break of dawn.

A Heart in Their Hands

A Lover holds a heart in their hands,

Cares for it over time.

Feeds it with loving devotion,

Divine connection is born,

Soul mate union,

Twin flame attraction,

To last to the end of time.

Navigating River

The river navigating its course,

Waterfalls descending,

Flowing on earth as a natural source,

Flowing fast then flowing slows,

An eddy here and there,

Meandering this way then that,

Creating a riverine in the landscape,

A place to be to relax and unwind,

Meditating by the banks of a river,

Beside Mother Nature bathing in the pools,

River Avon Devon

A stranger To My Eyes

 Until the dawn of time,

 The night will pass in my mind,

 Visions in my sleep will awaken dreams from the deep,

 To transfer me to a different realm,

 Another dimension in another world,

 Things I see are hard to believe,

 Looking through the windows of mine,

 For an image in the mirror is a stranger to these eyes,

Sunrise

Tranquillity of Mother Nature

Branches forming a canopy over me,

Protecting me from the downpour by an umbrella of leaves,

A musical sound as the rain is beating down drumming on the leaves,

A medicating sound,

With a wind section orchestrated by the movement of trees assisted by a gentle breeze,

Tranquillity of Mother Nature coming over me, 

A chorus of birds can be heard invisible to the eyes,

The woodland floor a carpet of blue as I walk on a track I never knew.