Enchanted!!!!

She left the room –
Her fragrance lingered…….
Her tall,
Sleek,
High-heeled,
Knee-length,
Brown-costumed elegance
Haunted
The beguiled assembly
Of ogling air cadets.

© Mindful Musings 2013

 

Well Shod!

They lay well hid from searching eyes,
Obscured by underbrush;
Their spent demeanour scarce belies
Yon halcyon days of rush.

Black high-heeled had good tales to tell
Of beaux and belles and beds;
Of reds and whites and zinfandel,
Never a path to dread.

Bald tongueless gaped in wide-eyed glee,
Dreaming of yesteryear;
A roaming rambler, life’s debris,
Never without good cheer.

Here in this final resting place,
Two disparate paths converged;
Acceptant of their fates with grace,
Let them now be submerged.

The One, danced and danced…
The Other walked and walked….

©Mindful Musings 2013

Emergence!!!!¬

Low, lingering twilight,
Ooze along the northern skyline,
Occident to Orient;
Darkest at the nadir,
Furthest from the light –
Never fully night.

Within a wooden hut,
Alone with man and beast,
Maiden moaned benignly;
Through her trying hour,
Watched by wakeful eyes,
A smile flickered.

Slowly, inexorably,
Subdued light begins to wax,
Murkiness recedes;
A golden glow grows,
Heralding birth –
A new beginning.

©Autumn Ambles 2010

Picture: Midnight Sun taken July/2010…

The Rock!

Yours is not the only butt
To grace my well-worn surface,
Most passers-by
Cast weary eye
And smile with signal purpose.

Precious few will spare a thought,
When putting down their carcass,
With heart-felt sigh
Or moaning cry
Complaining ’bout my hardness.

Diverse dimensions are the bods,
Who come to seek some respite here,
From raking lean
To rotund mean,
Toady toddlers through advancing years.

Well trod walkway much has caught;
Ably sheltered by brother tree,
Couples’ tiffs,
Lovers’ trysts,
Resolved. and consummated be.

Not only is my comfort sought
By weary walkers but their dogs,
Will urinate
Upon my state,
Leaving me all sullied and agog.

I am here, this is my lot,
Consolation, confidante,
Firm and strong,
However long,
Constancy my enduring stance.

©Late Harvest 2009

Easter!

All is night!
Locked in utter darkness,
Dank, cold, still,
Nothing!

Soundless stirrings,
Unseen movements,
Heighten the sense of awe!

Slowly, unstoppably,
An unfolding
Like petals of the rosebud;
An unfurling,
As of the fern-frond;
A stretching, outward bending –
Noiselessly!

The blackness of the night
Begins to ebb;
Giving way to growing greyness;
Unhurriedly they interchange,
Decreasing,
Increasing!

Fearful, eager eyes
Peer through the clearing haze
Into a gaping void;
Nothingness!
Out of darkness,
Light!
Out of emptiness,
Hope!

© Late Harvest 2009