Along the Colne, Not far from home, Whimsically wandering, Pondering: Longing for the Kingfisher to Sing, Wishing for Deer To appear. 
Gently treading: Daisies for A fairy wedding And 
Pretty nettle petals. Settling by the Weeping Willow, 
Velvet Violets By my pillow. Humbled by Bumblebees; Entranced by Trees. So much to See.
Lullaby Iris
Lilting sweet tones,
Gently rocking.
Lullaby Iris,
Comforting, caressing,
A galleon gliding on
A serene
And misty sea,
Exploring eternity,
Gently rocking.
Lullaby Iris,
Sweetly scented pillows,
Palest, pearlescent blue,
Romancing, dreaming,
Gently rocking.
Lullaby Iris,
Fairies frolicking
To mesmerizing melodies
Played by the fledgling lutist,
Flying on filigree clouds,
Gently rocking.
When zephyrs float by
Like fine cotton blouses,
it’s going to be a good day!
Gentle breezes massaging
The face, ruffling hair.
Zephyrs magically scribble
Spirited messages.
Aeromancy: fanciful
Horses can bring power,
Seraphins, protection
From sentinels.
Zephyrs blow
Away nightmares
Bringing calm
And happiness.
Sun’s rays warms her feathers.
Snug and safe she dreams of
Lazy days on the canal,
weaving around boats, proudly
escorting her signets to
comfy reed beds to rest.
Cosy, musty, Home to many. A place to rest in dusty, webbed crevices; between bags of spuds and rusty trugs; like ‘bugs in rugs’ under patchwork eiderdown ‘Daily News’.
