Poetry

When the wind swept the path, all the leaves took a chance,
some were dropped in the pool, whilst others spun in a trance.
For some time were we entertained, then the rain had it's say,
so those droplets of pure sparkle, brought an end to that ballet...

But a light show was to follow, as the sun broke the cloud,
and the rainbow's bright curves made us all gasp out loud.
An encore came that night as owls and bats came to feed,
under the stars and the moon that the clouds had then freed...

Nature still holds it's sway when it comes to fine art,
from which we may learn some grand moves in whole or in part,
but for ever we will be only mimicking, the best of the best,
so I propose to go on watching, the show that will never once rest...


©Rhumour
August 7th 2011