Authorz: Andrew Blakemore

I stood in deep and reverent awe And looked upon those evening skies, A rich and seamless sea of gold That filled the heavens above.…

As the dry and blackened twigs did lie Upon the solemn woodland floor, Where perished and so brittle They did crumble under foot. At rest…

The fragrant scent of new mown grass Was carried on the morning breeze, A breath of warmth across the fields Each time that it did…

When blossom drapes the orchard boughs In pink and cherry white, With colours that the spring endows There is no greater sight, When daffodils do…

In apron gown and hands so raw She scrubbed and scrubbed the scullery floor, Beneath the cook’s uncaring gaze She spent her unrewarding days, She…

I walked along the frozen pathway That led me past the deserted park. The grass was still flecked by the sprinkles of snow Where the…

Across the winter’s land I gazed Within the hue of morning light, The fallow field of fallen snow Lay hushed and still whilst bathed in…

When April wakes the dawn shall sing A graceful chorus sweet and long, On blossomed boughs the birds shall rest And fill the air with…

I walk the furrows Straight and narrow, Across the field So newly ploughed, I hear the distant Cacks and caws, Where crows have gathered In…

I stare into the silent pool Through mirrors formed of ambient clouds, Which drift across the water still Until they reach the shore, Where dry…

As I through windy woodland go The blossom petals start to fall, The cherry boughs do drift like snow And soon those flakes shall cover…

That lazy fat old ginger cat Slept by the fence each day, Alone he stayed within the shade And never moved away. When folks passed…