Winding Roads

We’re back from our Summer holiday, and I was reminded of a short break earlier this year.  This poem was written as we drove to Argyll in the west of Scotland on holiday. The scenery was spectacular. It was a Spring afternoon in April. Our journey had been prolonged by road diversions and we were weary to arrive at our destination. I know we all complain about the weather in the UK, but I do welcome the abundance of rain which is bestowed upon us in Scotland as it transforms our landscape into a vibrant painting of lush colours bursting with life and energy.  I think there’s a Scandinavian saying which goes along the lines of: “There is no such thing as bad weather, only inappropriate clothing!”  Enjoy the poem.

Winding Roads

Winding roads and lumpy hills
Lined by crowds of daffodils
Cheering on the weary traveller
“Not long now!” they cry.
Snow-crested mountains
Stand strong and serene
A majestic backdrop to this wonderful scene:
Ochre heather and grey-coloured scree
Trees clinging on at odd degrees
Ancient rocks clad in moss against the cold
Respite for travellers in days of old
We are intruders in this landscape
Yet it seems a part of me –
Our shared heritage and history.
But this land belongs to all, not some.
Softly winding roads leading us home.

Thunderous Land

Thunderous Land

Like a snarling, seething wolf it comes
Enraged and belligerent
With one aim and one aim only:
To clear the decks; its talons of fury
Shredding the decaying body of inertia
Licking at the wounds of torpor.
What a display of creation is this!
The elements in divine re-orchestration
Then, finally sated, to rest
Leaving freshness and newness
Unimaginable brightness.
Our world is refreshed
And the she-wolf can rest.

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Puff! Puff! Puff!

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Dandelion seeds detach from the parent
Blown by the wind to settle where they can.
Like the spark of the Divine dispersing
And dividing to populate these lands
To make a new life, ignorant of Source
And the filaments of connection
Still trailing in their wake.
Puff! And they’re set free
On the adventure that is life
Puff! Growing strong now
Being the best that they can be
Puff! A final surrender of the self
So that offspring may thrive.

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