Garden Aromas

 

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Garden aromas

Indescribable

Yet taken for granted

Amongst a spiritual haven

Of sacred trees

Resplendently coloured flowers

And glorious grass.

 

Aromas of blossoms and dew,

Cut savannahs

Rain and drought

Foxes and cats.

Doggy Paradise

Where they can sniff

And scuffle,

Dreaming of truffle.

 

A Summer retreat

You cannot beat,

Better for a pond

To strengthen that bond.

Just sit or stroll

And soak it all in.

There is plenty of time.

You can only win.

 

Paul Butters

 

© PB 25\5\2021.

Dazzled

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Dazzled!

Blinded by the Sun.

My eyes scream in pain.

But then they ease

And as I soak up the scene

My spirit lifts.

 

All is brightly lit

In glorious sunshine.

Lush green foliage

Reflecting those golden rays

Provoking images

Of sunny beaches

Swaying palms

On remote tropical isles.

 

Under the dome of a hazy light-blue sky

Bedecked with fluffy fair-weather clouds

We bask in the sun, sun, sun.

 

What more can you ask for

On a balmy summer day?

Well, maybe a cool pint of ale.

Amen.

 

Paul Butters

 

© PB 13\5\2021.

Conundrum

 

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Scientists say that everyone dies,

Having a set lifespan,

With the only possible exception being

Some unique jellyfish

Who regenerate like Doctor Who.

 

Yet religious folk claim

We will have eternal life

So long as we believe

In Their God (whoever).

 

So who can we believe?

Are any of them right

At all?

 

Is death the same for all?

The same for a man or woman

As for a blade of grass or withering rose?

The same for all men and women?

For humans and animals alike?

 

Have we been told the truth

About this and other matters?

The questions go on:

Conundrums whirling around our minds

As we inwardly crave Salvation.

 

All we have now,

To cling on to,

Is good old Hope.

Faith has no certainty

For me.

I never kidded myself

About that.

There’s only Hope, Hope,

Hope.

 

Paul Butters

 

© PB 10\5\2021.

Ocean

 

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The sea sweeps to the far horizon:

Infinity’s edge,

As endless waves lap onto the shore.

Above us gulls wheel and scream

Hunting for prosaic fish and chips.

They snatch them

From hapless humans

Down below.

 

And the breakers keep breaking.

Elsewhere the ocean rages,

Storming the cliffs

With spraying cascades of water

And thrashing rain.

 

Here today, though, it is calm and clear.

Up above we see an even greater ocean:

That of blue sky

And nightly black space.

 

Up there we truly look

To infinity

Eternity too.

Vastness

Beyond our comprehension.

 

We people are but tiny specks

On island beaches

Insignificant particles

Of humanity

Lost in a universe

That knows no bounds.

Yet here to enjoy

Those golden dawns and dusks,

Fanned by freshening breezes –

Much gentler versions of gales and hurricanes.

 

Never forget that the sea is mighty.

Just love it

When it’s in a peaceful mood:

Soak up the spirit of surf

As you watch those endless waves.

 

Paul Butters

 

© PB 8\5\2021.