VELVET MORNING

Velvet Morning 

I was awake early this morning

And the grass was damp with dew,

I sat outside and waited

For the dawn to come peeping through.

I took my cup of coffee with me

And waited for the dayspring

Soon the sky was changing

And the birds were on the wing.

I watched as oh so gently

Mother Nature drew the curtain back

Revealing many muted colours ~

No more velvet black.

Soft and fluffy clouds appeared

In a silver grey blue sky

A waxing gibbous moon still lingered

In the quiet morning sky.

Morning noises soon were heard

As neighbours left for toil,

The beauty of this morning

None could ever spoil.

A spider kept on working 

And his web was damp with dew

The diamond dew drops thrilled me

The world was born anew.

A time of peace and solace

A time quite set apart

When I communed with nature

Face to face, and heart to heart.

© Linda J. Vaughan

February 2st. 2013

WHIPPED CREAM CLOUDS

WHIPPED CREAM CLOUDS

Whipped-cream clouds danced across a stage of blue before an audience of oak.

A restless wind whispered my name.

I walked down the aisle of my life,

And I considered my fame.

A moss green velvet carpet was soft beneath my feet,

A scorching sun exposed my being,

A waterfall of teardrops

Were the things that I was seeing.

A silver tape of river moved the curtains of leaves

Of the willows in the water,

Who am I ?  I search amid the reeds

I am more than Wife and Mother – more than just a  daughter.

I danced on a stage of blue before an audience of oak,

The winds blew petals from the flowers,

In nature’s auditorium 

I danced away the hours.

Fields of gold, daisies, buttercups,

A place to lie down in soft summer grass.

The innocence of summer days

I knew would surely pass.

The carpet changed – autumn leaves in abundance

The blue now changed to pewter grey.

The seasons of life were changing

We had passed the noon of my day.

Whipped cream clouds danced across a stage of blue before an audience of oak.

© Linda J. Vaughan