In these poems, their shared love of family, animals, the English countryside, nature, and each other is very evident.
Keith’s poems wonder at the mysteries of life, death, and the universe.
Seasons turn, spiders commandeer the shed, dogs comfort, rain drops contain worlds of their own.
With carefully-chosen details, he demonstrates how the simplest everyday joys bring profound satisfaction when one opens one’s heart and mind to them.
Flies Now the Spirit
Flies now the spirit
Amongst the wide spaces,
Forever seeking
Hidden truth, time embraces.With empathy felt,
From whatsoever the source,
Primeval of thought
Action, or nature’s course.Acknowledging fear
From whatever the source,
Primeval of thought
Action, or nature’s course.Then seek the beauty
In the sights and the sounds,
Of life around us
So sublime, yet abounds.Thus flies the spirit
Wherever it will seek,
Even to the stars
And the spaces the keep.
Elizabeth’s poems are expressive of her love of family, nature, country, and animals, featuring scenes and the thoughts they provoke. Her female perspective and sharp observations bring her poetry to life.
Dewdrops
A drewdrop rolled
Stopped and hung,
Sparkling, to see
Lit by the sun.Remaining suspended
A hanging tear,
Caught one moment
To then disappear.Winter dewdrops
Falling below,
Off laurel leaves
Puncturing the snow.Dewdrops we see
A moment in time,
Gems in sunlight
Sparklers sublime.Rare is the glimpse
Of dewdrops bringing,
Nature’s bright joy
Of dewdrops clinging.