THE TAPESTRY OF NATURE

TAPESTRY OF NATURE

How beautiful the tapestry 

Of rich brown earth and soil,

Leaves on trees and shelter given

Memories to recall.

The silver grey of winter skies,

The fading pinks of morning,

Blue patches in a leaden sky

And storms without a warning.

The golden waves of fields of grain

And birds upon the  wing,

Cattle grazing peacefully

All these such joy can bring.

The ice-cold chill of winter wind

The warmth of summer’s glow,

Bulbs in springtime – an autumn storm

These things I am sure you know.

So value the tapestry of life

Enjoy each and every minute

Be sure you look and really see

How you have your place in it.

© Linda J. Vaughan

THE ART OF MORNING

"If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there shall thy hand lead me and thy right hand shall hold me." Psalm 139: 9, 10

THE ART OF MORNING

I have been awake since early

As sleep eluded me,

So I got up and settled here

And made a cup of tea.

Too early for the paper

Or to phone a friend to talk.

Too early for so many things,

Too early for a walk.

I felt the cool of morning,

Saw the waking of the world

I saw the glory of the sunrise ~

Morning’s flag gently unfurled.

I heard the chorus of the birds

As they woke so rested.

Saw the flutter of a leaf

On a tree where they had nested.

I listened to the waking world

On a day so fresh and new.

I saw the orange wisp of clouds

On a sky now faintly blue.

I saw this new beginning

And felt blessed to be a part

Of this very special showing

Of Mother Nature’s art.

© Linda J. Vaughan

2011

THE AUTUMN FAIRY

THE AUTUMN FAIRY

I am the fairy of Autumn

A season I love well,

I love the pretty colours

As you can surely tell.

I wear such special gowns

And wear dresses by the score,

In misty golden colours

As I have done before.

I walk beside the river

And watch the leaves drift by,

I look at the many colours

In the Autumn Sky.

I wrap myself up warmly

When the Autumn winds blow,

It is a special time of year,

But this you surely know.

The earth is damp and cool

And as I fly through the trees,

I watch the final leaves fall down

In the gentle Autumn breeze.

I hear the Fairies singing

Such sweet and gentle themes,

Autumn is a special time

Especially in Fairy dreams.

© Linda J. Vaughan

August 2007