Reluctant

I am reluctant

To leave

The comfort

Of my day bed.

Whilst the need

For the outdoors

Is appealing

So too

The need

For sleep.

By

Preobrazhenskii © 2011

Irish Princess

I am the Princess

In my father’s place

Regal in status

My throne

A comfy chair.

All who enter

Must bid me greetings

For I shall not move

From this chair.

 

Born of Ireland

My status is evident

For all to see

Ruby in colour

Cavalier King Charles

Now, I shall expect

A bow.

By

Preobrazhenskii © 2011

I Sit

I sit and ponder

Often on these steps

Gaze out into a world

Of hectic pace and speed.

My life is tranquil and caring

As I follow the many

Park of green and leaves

Friends often come and play

Dogs day out

If only some owners

New the meaning of life.

 

And yet

I often prefer

These steps of cold

As I sit and ponder

If only for a wee while

Philosophy of mind

I often, do best.

By

Kirra © 2011

Continental

Continental of vision

So to that of aroma

As wafting in the

Cold morning air

One can be forgiven

For thinking, you are now

In France, enjoying that

Continental theme.

 

Alas, all to soon

The realisation

As traffic in haste

Shouts and horns

All eager to find a space

In a make-shift car park

They always leave their trace.

 

Continental of vision

And so to, that of aroma

I remember you well

Thoughts flood back

Of enjoyment and taste

As the hurried life

Often passed me by.

By

Preobrazhenskii © 2011

The Way Home

The way home

Varied and full

Of sights and smells

Am eager to come again.

 

The park of many

We, so often see

Enjoying the scene

Just like me.

Leaves in abundance

Carpet the scene

With multitudes of colour.

 

Squirrels, frequently

Catch my eye

If only they would stay

Alas, they are gone

In the blink of an eye.

 

Exhausted am I

And my owner too.

Adventures in the park

Come and visit too.

By

Preobrazhenskii © 2011

Demise

Demise of hot days

Summer sunshine

Butterflies and bees

T shirts and ice cold coke.

** Kirra and friend **

 

Ice cream and strawberries

Salads, including cucumber

All now replaced by

Hot drinks and stew.

 

Sandals stored away

I now wear boots

Fleece coat and warm mittens

All essential as the cold wind

I often feel, shall,  bring snow.

 

Short days

And long nights

Walks are less frequent

Replaced instead

Hot radiators and tv.

Gone are the days

Of summer sun

Short and brief

It may have been

If only its demise

Had been delayed

How wonderful

It would have been.

By

Preobrazenskii © 2011

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Dream

I dream of a distant past

Of a land where I was born.

 

Rugged hills

And windswept street

Atlantic ocean, often

At my feet.

 

This land of my birth

Perhaps I shall see once more.

As I gaze upon this

Forest of green

And smell the salt air.

 

It reminds me of my

Emerald Isle

The place where I

Was born.

By

Preobrazhenskii © 2011