I walk on nature’s carpet past pine trees; noble and tall

Straining my gaze to put name to melodious song bird

A swish of a branch; I turn to see a disappearing tail

Grass bubbles up from mother earth adding another dimension

In reverential ore I turn; catching sight of lichen on a tree

Rainbow colours; like coral from a tropical Northern Australian sea

Born by pine scent; I gaze upon mirrored water from Loch shore

Clouds moulded by sculptor’s knife, add tone to the waters skin

Long grass with the elegance of a ballerina; lacy arms pose

Her feathering costume spins on the spot; all framing a masterpiece

I sit on a log baring its wooden sole; at piece at one with nature

fingernails screech upon blackboard sending shivers down Garton’s spine

An Osprey’s call sends jagged sound-waves streaking across agree sky

Strikes me; no mercy; mobile phone’s ring forced back; sends it to shore

Angles cry upon Loch canvas mourning the intrusion upon tranquillity

Their droplets strike harps, play a sad tune; ballerinas dance

Nobody is aloud to see that which nature had proffered for me

A sadness creeps towards me; slowly; regretfully I turn to leave

Loch spirits see the regret in me; a sudden breeze ripples water

Waters mirrored surface returned; pine trees wave forgiveness

I am at peace; once again; free from expectation; time for me

©Phil Golding 05/06