Lyrical Verse

There was a time.

The pendulum motions to and fro,

From the clock upon the wall.

As the second ebb like grains of sand,

For one by one they fall.

Through the window of the dim lit room,

For outside, lies a world of grey,

For thoughts now turn to yester year,

That seems so far away.

With freckle on skin and golden hair,

Topped with lace like bonnet fair.

Upon a face a smile of glee,

As little feet splash in the sea.

A bucket clenched in fingers tight,

With spade to match its colours bright.

In awe and wonder of many things,

Through eyes so young that new life brings.

©   N  Windle.   MMXI.

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

A Season In Reflection

Chase not what was autumn time,

Its vibrant colours that had once adorned.

Now fades away as the winter mourns.

But to savour thoughts like a fine old wine.

Across valley deep over moors and hill,

The Norse wind on his steed doth roar.

Through nook and cranny and frame of door,

With breath of ice like steel.

Ice maid for you enchant us so,

As you lay your cloak of winter down.

Across sleepy hamlets and the bustling towns,

Vestige remnants of the year now go.

© N Windle 2009