Tales Of Time:

Enormous machines

 Windmills in green wheat fields

watch with one red eye

they whirl with a constant hum

and cut into the night sky.

 Where the melancholy moon

takes in the increasing man-made view

 as we invade the space

of once a wondrous natural place

on a cool breeze, she sends a sigh

 an old stone wall falls

quietly in the forest

only ghosts live here.

From the rim of a flower

 a lone bumblebee takes flight

The delicate vibrations of its wings

reverberate, and the stone wall sings

a melancholy melody

telling of its tragedy

the earth embraces its voice

 Slender paths vanish

 Lush, emerald vistas touched

 only by my pen

 or so they once seemed to be

 a curl of grey smoke rises

The plume of pen - the dream of men

 who see beyond the machines

 and ink their dreams

of the enduring beauty of their natural home.

*Six stanza poem by Maria Thérèse Williams and Samantha Wauthier-Paspuleti

Theme: ‘Landscape Across Time’.