Chameleon visions


Visions of the lake,
Forever changing,
A Chameleon,
Cerulean blue,
Burnt umber
With sparkling eyes.

Menacingly shifting,
Willows shiver,
West winds cry.

Moody shapeshifting,
Undercurrents stir,
Spinning and billowing
Like skirts trapped
In tangled weeds.

In shallow beds,
Shingle smashes
Against twisted

Herons skim
Across mesmerising waves.

Nature’s Magic


Array of Witches besoms
Standing proud
Primed to sweep Winter’s grey snood.

Invigorating sunken seeds
And tangled roots,
Forcefully thrusting high
Beyond the dripping land.