Change
The Spring breeze
Catches early rain
Which drifts and glitters down;
Reflections from my chin and brow
Outline the drops along my nose.
In forest glades some trees stand tall
While others kneel;
And when the winds blows through
Have smiles upon their faces.
As Winter’s icy harshness fades,
A tentative touch
That crowd of famous yellow things
They nod and smile and let me lift
And plant them in my soul.
Dawn
Early light shafts
the ocean’s metal;
Bay’d about,
sand and tide whisper
lingering litanies of lunar longing;
Wily windsurfers
weave waves;
While
thin threads of modern man
cross-stitch.
Bob Nimmo wrote four musical comedies; has had poetry published in magazines and journals throughout Asia and the Caribbean and has produced twenty-three books on Literature. He has released three collections of poetry and has a lyrical presence on Twitter and a following on Instagram.