The Trees welcome me They wave their leaves Enthusiastically - They are happy today. I smile back I feel the same But pause, ashamed Not knowing their names. C. LJ Ireton 2020
The clouds slide with intention A grey outline of a dragon Moves towards another's Outstretched pink claw Tiny black birds flit across their faces - Either unaware of the monsters in their midst Or unafraid. C. LJ Ireton 2020
Pollen and petals and puffs of cotton cloud Swept through the sky Like a wave in the wake of a magic wand From its curve Bronze wings swirled A climbing butterfly cyclone Dancing Above the drift And I thought to myself If I had not looked up I would have missed this. C. LJ Ireton 2020
My favourite thing to do When I sit Under the Sun, Is close my eyes, Warm my face and Remember each place I have done this before. Because even across the water, Or with scenery so changed, Sitting Under the Sun, Is the one thing That feels the same. C. LJ Ireton 2020