Lisa Wilby

SNOWFLAKES

I hear the wind blowing

I look out to see

The sky with snowflakes

The wind now I see

Dancing and spinning

What a wonderful time

The snowflakes are having

Not dancing in line

COLOURS

THE YELLOW AND ORANGE THAT CREATE A SUNRISE

OF THE BLACK SILHOUETTES OF THE BIRDS THAT GLIDE BY

OF TRANSLUSCENCE OF RAINDROPS AND SPARKLING DEW

OF THE GOLDEN RAYS SHINING AMIDST THE BLUE

OF THE SILVER THAT GLINTS FROM THE MUD SPLATTERED SPADE

OF THE RED-BREASTED ROBIN WHO'S NATURE'S COMMRADE

OF THE PINK OF THE BLOSSOM THAT BLOOMS FROM THE TREES

OF THE PURPLE BEANS CLIMBING THAT SWAY IN THE BREEZE

OF THE GREENS OF THE GRASSES AND CARROT TOPS

OF THE BROWNS OF THE FENCES PARTIONING PLOTS

OF THE WHITES OF THE CLOUDS AND WINGS OF THE DOVE

OF THE SUNSET OF MAUVE ALL COLOURS TO LOVE