The sun rather feebly struggled to shine,
Causing fractions of sky to light up.
Flowers pushed heavy heads out of the soil,
Drunk with sweet water from nature's own cup.


The grass sparkled and glimmered - a carpet of emeralds,
Drops of water reclined on silk petals of rose.
Trickling down to the ground as a gentle, cool breeze,
Spread the heady perfume throughout orchard groves.


Birds shook sodden wings and  soft feathered heads,
Rejoicing in the golden, warm sunshine.
Their sweet tunes travelled throughout the air,
As they wove their love nests with dried twigs and twine.


The sun transformed to a ball of orange flame,
Was merciless soon in its sphere of fierce heat.
Shining in all its supreme glory down,

On the freshly-washed world now ready to greet.

V. Mahfood
Coffee Table Poetry For Tea Drinkers



Daily Quote: "I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has endowed us with sense, reason, and intellect has intended us to forgo their use."
-Galileo Galilei


Linguist Corner-SPANISH: semanal, adjective /weekly, per week
- Hay un mercado semanal.
There’s a weekly market.
- Como media, los uruguayos trabajan 38 horas semanales.
On average, Uruguayans work 38 hours per week.





Posted by V. Mahfood - 2011