A Rainbow

A Rainbow

And I saw

Against the stormy blackness

Of the sky,

Your jewelled promise

Of glittering colours

Arching defiantly,

Protectively;

And beneath

A fragile spire,

A finger pointing up,

A gentle 'hallelujah'

Set in stone.

The Sun at Evening

The Sun at Evening

You blaze across the sky

From east to west.

Your fiery rays

Penetrating

The deepest darkness,

The black nothingness

Shooting across Millions of miles

Radiating

Your light

Your heat.

And here you stand

At evening time

Peeping between 

The leaves,

Your shy face blushing

As your brightness

Is cooled

In the depth

Of the pool.

  

A Winter Walk

A Winter Walk

Winter walks are fun-

With wellies on.

You HAVE to splash 

 the puddles

And run 

in the mud.

But when you

Are grown up,

It's "Mind the puddles

And the mud!"

and life becomes

A mixture of

Puddles and mud.

It's then 

You have to remember

the dancing

Catkins!

Soldier Trees

Soldier Trees

You stand in rows

Rigid

To attention.

Not planted randomly

Like wood

Or copse.

The space between

So exact;

Not too near

Not too far

And yet

Your friendly branches

Intertwine

And twigs touch.

What are you guarding

Soldier trees,

The river's rim?

Cups without Saucers

Cups without Saucers

Sometimes,

People are like

Cups of hot chocolate

Warm, welcoming and

Comforting.

Sometimes 

People are like

Cups of tea or coffee,

Sharing biscuits

And confidences.

Sometimes,

People are like

Cups of cold water

Refreshing you and

Waking you up.

Sometimes ,

People are so

Full of life 

They are like

A can of fizzy drink

Taking their life

 With them

Wherever they go.

Sometimes,

People are so busy

They don't even

Look up

When you speak.

They are like

A cup of cold tea

With the skin on top!

And some people

Are empty cups

Waiting for us

To pour in

The love of Christ.

Urban Street

Urban Street

Here I stand,

my feet

imprisoned.

But my roots

go down deep

to unimaginable

 freedom.

And memories are stirred

of grassy 

forest floors

starred with 

wind flowers

And sheaves

of Bluebells,

patchwork 

sunshine and 

velvet shade.

Sweet honeysuckle

linking us together

with fragrant arms.

My arms reach up

into the foetid air

that smells of

 diesel and the 

stench of

stale humanity;

and moss

creeps over 

my feet

and comforts me.

A Puddle

A Puddle
A left-over
from the rain
Full of mud,

dead leaves and
some rubbish.
But
Look again!
A whole,
great patch
of blue, blue
sky
is trapped
in there too,
and huge 
white clouds
miles high
and miles wide
are living 
in the pool!
And vibrant shrubs
with trembling
leaves, and if you
wait and gaze
the skimming 
of a bird.                                                                                            

The Joy of Trees

The Joy of Trees

How can anyone

not love trees!

They are such 

rebels.

Stretching

defiantly

upwards,touching

 the sky.

Defying

the downward pull

that anchors

them to earth.

Tugging them down

where graves lie.

Trees laugh

with joy

at the gravity

of the situation.