ALAN .S. JEEVES

A KINGFISHER DAY

When the morning first is born

With darkness on the run.

Warmth and light then greet the morn'

And make the way for sun.

 

When night-time creatures take their bed

And daytime things appear;

That's the time, I've often said,

When heaven is most near.

 

To stand and view the coloured show

Of flowers of each kind;

The vivid hues of petals glow,

They intoxicate the mind.

 

To walk amongst the dewy grass

Which sparkles in the light.

Their blades salute you as you pass

And chase away the night.

 

To look above and see the sky

As blue as blue can be.

To stand below and wonder why

The blue is all you see.

 

Except the sun invades the blue

And sprinkles spangles golden;

A vestige that the day is new

And yesterday is olden.

 

This day is noble, like my bird,

A beauty to behold.

This day is special, take my word.....

Vivid, sparkling, blue and gold.

 

 

                           ASJ

 

 

 

 

 

Comments2

  • orchidee

    A fine write Alan.

    • ALAN .S. JEEVES

      Thanks orchidee. I hope you have a fine (kingfisher) day.

      Kind regards Alan

    • Goldfinch60

      May those 'Kingfisher' Days fill your life with the wonder of nature, they certainly do me, as do your words.

      Andy

      • ALAN .S. JEEVES

        Thanks Andy. Kingfisher is a beautiful bird as is a goldfinch.

        Ex animo, Alan



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