The Bee
I see the open sky but I am trapped. Humming softly I nuzzle the force field. It doesn’t yield. I panic, buzz louder, push harder, fly with all my strength and fall, stunned. I rise, and still I see the open sky.
Nature
Transformation
Unseen, unheard the seed drifts. Softly, gently, it falls to its resting place where earth becomes a grave as life ebbs, withers, dies. It lies, beneath the cold, dark dust until the tomb becomes a womb that nurtures, waters, warms as the sapling forms, raises its head, and takes a breath defying death.
The Hard Heart
Under a cold Icelandic sun flowers still grow. Warmth beneath the soil breathes its life, bracts shield tiny blooms from harsh frost. I watch, wonder. What waits within your frozen soil, cold as the wind hard as ice?
Gill Wyatt Faith, Nature, Poetry
Meditation on a flower
Variegated wings that flutter, flushed with summer’s vibrant colour harmonized with vivid veins. Exquisite fibres plucked from skeins, deftly stripped and finely threaded through its splendid silks, then wedded by the hand of pure perfection, as the master makes selection; mixes, blends and gently hones, marrying the tints and tones. Reflected glory from above; In […]
Gill Wyatt Faith, Journeying, Nature, Poetry
The Apple Tree
Alone, it grows wild and wilful, in need of a skilful hand, to prune a little here and there, not strip it bare, but trim the growth and clip the shoots then let it rest to help it fruit. Copyright © Gill Wyatt 2010
The Mists of Life
When the veil of morning mists is lifted, a second dawn awakens life as streams of light and muted, muffled sound expand to fill the void, and nature rouses from its sleep. Copyright © Gill Wyatt 2010
Sunset
The sun at dusk sets fire to the sky and casts a mystic shimmering on the fields which yields long shadows, deep and low, that skip and flit among the hedgerows and the trees. The dying twilight embers of the sun give up their flight, and abdicate to night then, melting into mists of […]
Gill Wyatt Faith, Nature, Poetry
For Your Pleasure
As if the cross were not enough, I asked my God to show to me, His love so rich, so pure, so free that day upon the beach. And as I walked upon the sand a heart of seaweed caught my eye, I picked it up, and with a sigh, I knew that God […]
Gill Wyatt Faith, Guard Your Heart, Nature, Poetry
Shadows
When life seems only shadows painted all in grey, and everything you try to grasp seems to slip away: don’t give in to darkness, a brighter day will come, for where there is a shadow there has to be a sun. Copyright © Gill Wyatt 2009
Gill Wyatt Faith, Love, Nature, Poetry
Love is in the detail
Love is in the detail (meditations on a flower) Wings that flutter flushed with colour; harmonized with vibrant veins plucked from skeins and finely threaded through splendid silks, then wedded by the hand of pure perfection, as the master makes selection; mixes, blends and gently hones, marrying the tints and tones. Reflected glory from above; […]
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