The Brompton Black Widow and Tita the Witch Dog

Morning Walk

Pools of dappled light I see

On the path beneath the tree.

Yellow leaves shimmer bright

In the brilliant morning light.

Bees buzz round the flowers.

Ivy creeps beneath the bowers.

On the open path we pass

Water diamonds in the grass.

Squirrels scamper across a log

As I’m walking with my dog.

Birds loudly sing their song.

Other dogs bounce along.

Not in the Park- instead

We’re in a place where lie the dead.

With bones buried under ground-

Vibrant life thrives all around!

Nirvana

When every prisoner is freed

And no longer is there crime or greed;

Nor suffering to man or beast

And every war is brought to peace;

When everyone and thing is free

And grateful for their Liberty;

Hearts and minds will be reborn

And Darkness will make way for Dawn;

There’ll be no fright or need to fight

We will unite within the Light,

That radiates gold from above

Illuminating all with Love;

Then Life will glow in its Rebirth

And Heaven will be here on Earth.

Ebb and Flow

Late September sun so sweet,

Fallen leaves about my feet.

The green has turned instead

To yellow, orange, red.

The air begins to chill

October’s colder still.

Around comes Halloween night

And costumes give a fright.

Ghosts and witches are the sight.

Beware the vampire bite!

Fireworks fill the sky

As November brings the guy

Atop the burning logs

Baked potatoes and hotdogs

Are eaten to sustain

Us from the wind and rain.

Then shorter is the day

As Winter winds its’ way.

Christmas, December brings

Carols, the choir sings.

Thoughts of presents still excites

Christmas trees and fairy lights.

We are full of Christmas cheer

As we celebrate New Year.

January is wintry and cold-

Snowmen with gloves we mould

From deep drifts of snow.

We know they’ll melt and go.

February comes and pancakes flip,

Valentine lovers lock lips.

March heralds the birth of Spring

Warmer weather it will bring.

Blossoms burst forth from the bud

Plants push up through the mud.

Birds break out into song

As ducklings waddle along.

April full of showers-

They’re good for the flowers.

May, the pole is danced around

& the May Queen crowned.

June, Summer has begun

And we welcome the Sun.

July can be so hot

We don’t want to do a lot,

So we spend the days

Soaking up the rays.

We can soak up rain too.

We have our share-it’s true!

But children shout “Hurray!”

They have 6 weeks holiday.

We can visit the seaside.

Go for a long bike ride.

We can picnic in the Park,

Stay out late cos it’s not dark.

August can be a dream

Eating lots of ice cream.

When September starts the rule

Is children back to school.

Late September sun so sweet,

Fallen leaves about my feet.

The green has turned instead

To yellow, orange, red.

It is like ebb and flow

The seasons come and go.