Autumnal Poem for Bobbie

The very ground resonates. It is anything but a Fall, this time of year. Suffused by beauty, the air lifts. Hazy light; a welcome sight for sore eyes. All glows warm, as sated lovers.   Summer’s passions spent- now comes repose. The land exhales- all growing passed as nature stretches languid, Pulls up its leafy…

Simply Elemental

Fluid as a Hokusai wave, this blushing Granite. Wind-worn, Mica-clad curves. Solid and sensual- An athlete’s thighs. Yet so maddeningly quixotic! A draughtsman’s Midnight doodles. Speech-bubbles from a comic, with only one phrase looming: ‘Are we real’? Grinning Sphinx mouths mock replies. Who care’s, when they’re so beautiful? Even their make up exotic. Feldspar: now…

Turn Turn Turn

Clouds like seas above hills: Hills rise in to mighty tidal peaks; Piercing rays light the heavens. © Tom Tide 2017  

Little Wonder

Little wonder Eire breeds so many World Travellers. Look: in one wild rock in the far-flung North West blossoms a lichen globe. Whole wide shining continents- each with  new borders to cross. And all this glimpsed in one misty minute. How many broadened horizons birthed by one swift glimpse of this single slab, across centuries?…

Topsy-Turvy

Upside down side hedge: Trunk across? Leaves vertical? Until I tilt my head.   Copyright Tom Tide 2017

Mother Nature Makes a Seat

Mother Nature makes  seat, for the ones who search, Those who strive for green and air, and sometimes seek a perch. Somewhere to recline, breathing deep, to contemplate the day. Away from hubbub, strife and noise, away, so far away.   Searching brings such wondrous yields, tis truly worth a look, For my perch yielded…