Tis the season .
Chilled the winter winds doth blow,
Soon silence reigns supreme.
For all about lays stark and white,
That hides this land of green.
Floret leaves of emerald spears,
Red berries plump and ripe.
Come dusk, that turns to starry skies,
In sharp focus, sparkling bright.
Through half draped curtains, chinks of light,
Invade the cold night air.
There gentle rays on the glistening dust.
Ghost like shadows now appear.
Inside the tots are now tucked up,
Their faces all aglow
For young and old, on Christmas Eve,
Wait for sleigh bells through the snow.
© N Windle 2010
Posted on 26 December '10 by admin, under Nature poems. No Comments.
A toast to friends old and new,
As we gather round the fire.
The pack once made, in adolescent youth
By now I thought would tire
Gazing deep, into its burning flames,
Hungry tongues, lap the evening air.
As pleasure is given, by its warming glow,
Seen on all the faces there.
Through the laughter, the sound of the rolling tide,
As it crashes, along the shore.
The salted air carried on the breeze,
As my senses, crave out for more.
Beneath the waves the sun now slips,
Leaves its reflections on the sea.
A glass now rose to those we love,
In this land where we are free.
© N windle 2007
Posted on 8 August '09 by admin, under Nature poems. No Comments.
I look out, at the raging waves,
For they too are heading home.
There white crest tips cascading,
As they crash, onto rocks once honed.
Never ceasing with relentless power,
For it’s always been that way.
Affecting change in what tomorrow brings,
By a little every day.
My footsteps mark the moistened sand,
All my senses, say I’m alive.
Though many a generation, have come and gone,
I’m still that boy inside.
All around, there are scattered fragments,
Washed up, by morning tide.
A baggage of a different sort,
Left by a greater force, than I.
Shrill Voices echoes on the breeze,
From the children as they play.
Moments of a forgotten time,
As I reflect on yesterday.
Regrets are few, compared to some,
As I now turn, and walk away,
Like the rolling tide I’m homeward bound,
The future, is who’s to say,
© N windle
Posted on 6 August '09 by admin, under Nature poems. No Comments.
As the first light of morning now starts to break,
And from my bed where I slumber I gently awake.
Getting up I dress quickly to welcome the day,
To take on lives challenges regardless come what may,
Walking out in the garden that neighbors the fields,
As the mist lies like a blanket the dewed grass to conceal.
Above me faint blues and pinks in the sky,
As light from the morning star fades from my eye.
The invigorated feel, a child reborn,
Hopes spring eternal with the coming morn.
And the sun in magnificence now makes its first show,
Giving hope of new beginnings as a sign we may know.
© N windle 2007
Posted on 6 August '09 by admin, under Nature poems. No Comments.
Sing softy sweet nightingale,
Your notes make a soothing lullaby.
As a mother cradles her baby,
Precious moment that will soon go by.
Ever watching and protecting,
Made out of tenderness and love.
A gift granted by the great divine,
Watched over from the world above.
As you lie there, in bliss and innocence,
Bringing pleasure to those most dear.
For now just keep on sleeping,
And know there is no fear.
© N Windle
Posted on 4 August '09 by admin, under Nature poems. No Comments.
Time stands for ever immortal
Our lives being only finite,
Consumed in the fire of lost years.
Gone the independence of youth,
We could not wait to grow up,
Older now but not always wiser.
Ravaged by the turmoil’s of life,
That etches marks like character on a page.
At times fame and adulation,
And at others left licking our wounds.
Moments like us soon to return to dust,
Blown away in the winds of time.
© N Windle
Posted on 4 August '09 by admin, under Nature poems. No Comments.
