A Haunted Halloween

They say, that in the midnight hour,

on the Eve of Halloween

The disembodied have the power

To wander seen, unseen

Up the wizened oaks

And across the fairy stream

They glide through still

And solemn places

With pale, cold, mournful faces

To dream...

Wishing you a happy, h a u n t e d Halloween!

Text modified from Midnight and Moonshine by William Motherwell.

The Secret Garden

I know of a garden, you might know one too,

It hides a big secret, as all gardens do.

There's magic in this place, and wonders to be found.

Creatures pass through it, with barely a sound.

They don't say too much, they're busy you see,

They're not in the garden to entertain me.

To each flower they fly, in a blinding zoom,

They're making sure, each plant will bloom.

Some inch along, wearing fabulous fur,

They must eat a lot, so transformation can occur.

Others lay out traps, and then run to hide,

Only when it rains can you see the gems inside.

At the end of every day there shines a special light,

Made of all different colours, so beautiful and bright.

That's the secret of a garden, tell others if you dare,

Understand that if you do, they will want to join you there.

Purple Rain

We're quick to curse the rain.

We blame it for ruining

a day, any day,

our day.

But if you're lucky enough

to like flowers and photography

You will thank the rain

for the way it scatters its liquid diamonds

and multiplies the beauty

of everything.

Life in a Raindrop

Peeping through my spyglass

I head out in the rain

in search of

New Worlds

I find a whole galaxy of watery planets!

Ethereal, transluscent

hanging by

a silvery

thread

Twin planets

feed each other

on a black, metallic

bed

Ghostly grey,

a portent world

so dark 

I'm filled with

dread

Blue-eyed

water world

you'd think it would be

Red

These

crystal balls and prisms

assure me

winter's

fled

But best of all

are raindrop worlds

that tell me

spring's

ahead