Sunrise (Haiku)

Red flecked morning sky
Gives rise to another day
Crying ruby tears

 

The Sky Is On Fire

The sky is on fire
Burning the embers of the day
Into the oblivion of night
With a wild ferocity
Blazing in the heavens
With the passion of hell
As a sea of flames combusts
To herald in another glorious morrow

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Ahead blue skies
Carrying away the weight of the world
In a breeze of summer comfort
Enlightening the heart
Uplifting the mind
Basking in the sun’s warm rays
Where worry dissipates
And contentment returns

Luna

In the theatrical heavens
Up there in the sky
Is a slither of moon
Sitting there way up high

Right next to the stars
That are twinkling this night
Revealing her crescent
Of silver streaked light

And pulling and pushing
The tides too and fro
As she waxes and wanes
In her own nightly show

For Luna, dear Luna
Steels the stage to be fair
Captivating her audience
With her nightly affairs

A Summer Of Lancasters

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Ruby Verge

Iodine line beneath red streak in sky
Time to rest heads and on pillows then lie
To breathe in the last air that spills from the blue
To slumber in darkness that’s covering you
For away to the west the ruby verge creeps
As the world in the east is now sound asleep

Yellowbelly

Now see that yellowbelly imp
A-running through the fields
A throwing tates ‘bout here and there
With cabbage leaf for shield

And knobby greens to munch on
With cheeky glint in eye
This little imp all mischievous
To catch those passing by

For then he’ll go and poach you
Attach right to your heart
And draw you into Lincolnshire
From whence you’ll n’er depart

For yellowbelly fever will
Just catch you and keep hold
With love for land of open skies
The fens’ and dales’ pure gold

*Yellowbelly is the colloquial term for a person from Lincolnshire (UK).  The origin of the name is disputed but to find out a bit more click here

Lincolnshire flag (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Evening

It’s drawing into evening
Time to bid farewell to day
To welcome now the twilight in
A special kind of way

To stir and wait for nighttime
To wish upon a star
But first to see the sunset
Spectral sky ahead so far

To dip into the water
Of dusk so silently
To renew and rediscover
The moonlight’s pure beauty

British Summertime

The weather’s heating up
The sun is out and high
On summer’s sultry promises
Of warmth up to July

For then the rain will turn up
As children go on break
To wash away the holidays
And summer in its wake

So make the most of May
And maybe also June
Because just in a blink of eye
It will be gone too soon

The Rainbow

In circle band of spectral light
In sky illusion’s ring
From clouds to view the loop so clear
Below the arc rising

From red to green to violet
Sun’s rays refracted through
And mirrored in the rain, the mist
Or even morning dew

Still more a second bow appears
Beholden reversed rays
From indigo to yellows; reds
In turn above displays

A covenant to all the earth
Of rich diversity
As Nature’s prism shines; revels
The power of unity