Brilliant flash
Following roar
Waking me from
My midnight snore
Storm rumbling in the night
Hopefully passed by dawn’s new light
I dread to think of emerging forth
In the face of driving rain
And electric force
Padre
Awakened Pondering
Nature
Blackthorn Hedge
Delicate blossoms like tiny stars
Constellations white against green presented
Inviting – though housed amidst biting thorn
Being drawn too close – a thing to be regretted
A boundary natural -yet by men planned
A symbol of ownership over the land
And still the hedge is a world its own
Where sparrow and hedgepig make their home
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Padre
Storm
A day a bit more than breezy
Making getting home less than easy
Trees down and roof tiles blowing
Twigs and rubbish aloft going
Two storms in quick succession
Is mother nature teaching us a lesson?
Padre
Weaver
With dew moistened strands
Your work displays
Now not as effective
As in warmer days
As autumn – like summer
Comes to pass
Is your knit-work all of you
That will last?
Padre
Second Life
orange
purple and green
secondary colours
reflecting caterpillar’s life
renewed
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Padre
As Bumbles Buzz
As bumbles buzz along their daily path
And the blooms of summer begin to fade
Fruit ripens turning gold or red
And thoughts of school impending fills our head
A perfect season comes to close
We await the days shortening – growing cold
We watch a butterflies their final rounds make
And in the evening tales of summer adventures are told
As the bumbles buzz – heading for home
Padre
Dampening
The rains return from after sun
Dampening soil and bringing awakening
Roots reach down a drink to share
And from moist earth new blooms are hastening
Padre
Wine Climb
Slowly creeping, climbing high
Reaching upwards to sun and sky
Soon masses of fruit to bear
In clusters sweet to share
With a world awaiting their fill
Padre
After the Rain
When the sun through clouds creeps
And warm beams the soils do dry
It is like a sweet regeneration
As freshly watered plants reach to sunlit sky
Pathways steam in the warming sun
And flowers their blooms stretch open
All is refreshed and new again
And sound returns to the solar fountain
Its splash and trickle instead of the rain
At least until the clouds return again
Padre
Giants’ Respose
Dark giants upon the loam prostrate lie
Clothed in robes of emeald green
Shadows incroach upon their slumber
As canopy roof hides them from the sky
How came these titans to here rest?
What labours prompted their long repose?
Was it feats of consequence grand
That fatigued them beyond the power to stand?
Padre
Padre's Ramblings 