poetry

When Time is to Freeze...

When all is silent, and time is to freeze,

And all life to fade to naught but a hush,

Will I still feel the cool winter breeze?



The winds are to wheeze,

And cough free upon broken lands nothing in their rush,

When all is silent, and time is to freeze.



When deathly and grey become fair seas,

With life, no longer aflush,

Will I still feel the cool winter breeze?

She who stalks the silent night,
wanderer of the kingdom lost,
Such a plain yet elusive sight,
hardships on her brow embossed,

One abandoned, convicted for undone crime,
Redemption far and unseen,
Perhaps it will come, come in time,
Yet she roams still over the green,

Wolf-eyed gaze, glaring from the dark,
once an innocent young maiden,
Now changed so stark,
no longer innocent, the Wolf-eyed Maiden

It was the finest summer day
Along the path I made my way
And with the rising of the sun
My journey it had now begun

I walked by fields and rows of trees
I felt the cooling summer breeze
I crossed a stream on stepping stones
But at that time I stepped alone

I met some friends along the lane
Who greeted with a fine refrain
I said "I'm off to somewhere grand"
And so we formed a happy band

When sun and sky shine bright and fair,
When birds are singing in the air,
When spring rains washed away the dust,
Who wants to sit at home and rust?

The meadows dressed in colours gay,
The winds tell tales from far away,
Whenever springtime comes around,
Out on the roads is where I'm found!

The wanderlust comes over me,
I can't be bound, I must be free!
And off I set on the old track,
I don't delay, I don't look back.

The joys of the summer surround me
I feel a soft breeze on my face
The breath of the air blows away all my cares
And brings the delights on this place

I feel so entranced by the season
As softly the wind does it blow
The swaying of grass in the breeze as I pass
Through fields where I drift with the flow

I hear all the chattering branches
In trees, where the wind seems to call
The whisper of leaves seem to sing on the breeze
And touch me with blossoms that fall

Dancing in the daisies
Swaying like the flowers
We can spend the evening
Dancing round for hours
Lasses are a-leaping
Daisies in their hair
Petals fall like snowflakes
Floating on the air

Sitting in the sunshine
Making daisy chains
Hoping that our smiles
Keeps away the rain
Picking at the petals
Counting one, two, three
Counting down the minutes
Til its time for tea

Leaping and bounding
Hooves are a-pounding
Running around and
Galloping far
Teeth that are chattering
Hooves are a-clattering
Pitter and pattering
Follow that star

Mane that is flowing
In wind it is blowing
Eyes that are glowing
Swishing it's tail
On hills that are rolling
Trotting and strolling
Gentling cajoling
Homeward the trail

There's a pony in my garden and it's eating all the flowers
Nonchalantly standing there; devouring them for hours
Casually ignoring all the wind and rain and showers
How I wonder whose the pony is that's eating all my flowers

Mostly eating yellow flowers, but it also likes the blue
Now I come to think of it, it eats the red ones too
Truly doesn't seem to matter, all of them it chews
At the rapid rate it's munching them, there'll soon be very few

Now all around is life in green
From hills that lie a-dazing
To fields that paint a tranquil scene
I can but stand there gazing

I see the oak, the beech, the elm
The willow that's a-weeping
Beneath there is a verdant realm
The mossy floor lies sleeping

And meadows full of emerald grass
In winds it is a-swaying
And hedgerows line the country paths
In which there's children playing

Muffins and Hugs
Muffins and Hugs
These things can make us safe and snug
For muffins are to warm our tums
And hugs will show us hope to come
No need to doubt or give a shrug
Such joy to find
Muffins and Hugs

At day or night
If dark or bright
These hugs and muffins bring us light
Their pleasure make you want to sing
Of happiness in smallest things
As snug as bugs that live in rugs
Delightful things
Muffins and Hugs