Poetry: Blue

by Liam

A tree its such a grandiose thing,

Swaying in the wind

The leaves of green they dance and sing

This movement of a living thing

So huge, so vast so symphonicly

Subtle, sound rustles from its wing

Fly too, indeed it might with those clouds

White, skidding across my view

High up it’s leafy fingers grasp the shredded

Blue, I wonder lying on my back

Just, what is what and who is who

Tree Sky Cloud Me Blue

Poetry: The Moon

by Liam

The moon breaths deep and song

Sung with the in-breath

Breaths out with the earths throng

Takes us with it too

The lovers who, with the out breath

Raise a glass to the full round fascination of their moon

To the gazers who lift their telescopes to stars afar

While she, a silver sliver now hidden with the new

Lovers one

Lovers all

Treasure these moments of madness

Move in tune

Moon to whom

We have become so sensitively

Aware, how intimately beautiful she manages the rhythms of this life.

Poem: Spring

It’s the leaves in spring, about to bud .

Which swell and greet the coming flood.

Of warmth, the surge a

puddle of mud.

On branch, on twig, on every stem.

Chlorophilled life is hidden within.

A waiting blossom,

A patient leaf.

An insect becomes the quiet thief.

Will furl it’s wing, take to the sky.

The blossom, a bee to the pollen will cry.

An ode to glorify this day.

Its spring again

It’s life anew

It’s bud, blossom and green leaf too.

In this all abundant day,

We rejoice we laugh and say:

Yes yes yes

The beauty of life is true.