A Ghost of A Butterfly

Butterfly Meadow

She rested under the willow tree,

The branches low and swinging free,

Catkins drooping overhead,

That is where she rested her weary head,

A ghost of butterfly,

In a meadow where she used to fly,

Watching now the butterflies in the sky,

 

WONDER

To wonder,

What a future holds,

Nobody knows,

Of dreams and wishes,

What the heart longs for,

A change in life,

Of fortune,

Love and more,

In a present moment,

That is the gift,

To breath in the air,

The time to live,

To love the one's that mean the most,

To express the words to tell them so,

The past,

The present,

The future,

Divisions of life,

A second in a hand,

As time goes by,

Of smiles and laughter,

Rivers that flowed by tears that are shown,

All memories individual owned,

So to the stage,

One must go,

To play the part,

An actor's role,

Until the day we depart.........

Of Christmas Past

A new dawn has come and a Christmas is past,

Memories made to last,

Of kissing under the mistletoe,

Of carol singing, 

Christmas present wrapping,

Mulled wine and sleigh bells ringing,

Unwrapping of the presents hidden under the tree,

Presents from you,

Presents from me,

Of children's laughter,

The joy that it brings,

Now to start to planning for a Christmas next year....

A Winters Day

 Robin 

To walk a path on a winter's day,

Thoughts in your mind,

You lost your way,

Needed a sign to get you back on track,

That is when he came along,

With a flash of red,

Upon a breast,

Just to let you know your not alone,

That little friend,

Robin,

To guide you home,

 

The Mistletoe

The Lovers 

Toe to toe,

Under the mistletoe,

That loving kiss,

Lip to lip,

Emotions shown,

To that one,

You know .....

The Cold

The bitter cold,

It bit the skin,

It made the soul,

Shiver within,

The heart beat slowed,

As a pulse it froze,

The sign that winter is coming in.. 

The Journey

Haytor, Dartmoor, Devon 

What makes a journey,

To hear someone say,

With everyone taking footsteps every single day,

To climb the mountains,

A challenge for some,

Looking at the view,

When the climbing is done,

Measured in time means nothing,

What matters most is how far one has come ..... 

United Stand

Berry Head, Brixham, Devon

To watch the clouds drift over the bay,

As November days fade away,

December comes a festive time,

But hearts are low over this land,

A human spirit will prevail,

United together all will stand,

For those that are week welcome the stronger hand.... 

A Glance

At a glance,

A casted eye,

Catches an image,

A spy,

Caught in a mirror,

That former self,

As one continues to walk on by..

 

The Poet

What makes a poet,

My heart questions how,

To write the words that come in ones head,

To get acknowledged when the poem is read,

Is it luck or a name,

That makes it great,

How do you promote to progress ahead......