Wasps eating rhubarb leaves

As I looked upon my rhubarb leaves

There were tiny holes made by little thieves

I searched and found upon the stalk

A little insect having a walk

 

A wasp I saw black and yellow

What are you doing little fellow

you usually like the mint and fennel

which is much sweeter and gentle

 

But no, your chewing the stalk so pink

are you sucking the sugary drink

So you are my little thieves

wasps eating my rhubarb leaves

Are you an enigma?

Day 4

 

Pillowy whiteness  Loves Ewe

washed in brine

Not quite so bright

Sweet and pungent

 

Smoked Gubben hides nothing

Not rustic at all

Smokiness wafts around

like an open fire.

 

Complicated Epoisses

Earthiness and distinctive

Like a damp cellar or wet leaves

powerful and rich

 

Adventurous Sgt Pepper

Blended exotic spices

infused  pepper threads

Fresh like crisp morning air

 

Outside the window

From the noisy bustling office

warm, musty and dark

shards of bright light stream in

branch shadows dance on the desk

swirling, twisting, slowly then quickly

as I stare at the window

light fluffy clouds race by

they tease me to join them

the empty trees sway in the breeze

the world looks silent through the window

my mind wanders, to faraway places

to distant lands, to sun kissed oceans

my dreams take me away from my desk

to warmth, colour and squeals of delight

distant forests with chattering birds

floating lazily in downstream backwaters

hot sandy beaches and ice cold beer

a ring of the phone

I’m back in reality

gazing once more

outside the window

Autumnal lovers

Autumnal morning,

Lovers delight

Low rising sun

Just enough heat

A lover’s walk

In the morning dew

Dazzling jewels

adorning  cobwebs

Delicately strong

Soft lovers kiss

Blackberry sweet

Hands are cold

Entwined with yours

Warm once again

Whisper of a breeze

Rustle in the leaves

Of a love that will last

A smile, a giggle

Now words are spoken

None are needed

Just a lingering kiss

On an autumn morning

Made to last