Creative progress

Patches of blue sky

amongst grey clouds gathering

as the sun shines on. 

Clouds, blown by the wind,

like thought patterns in my mind 

appear then drift off. 

Walking through seasons

I feel my feet on the path;

spring will soon be here.

At the water’s edge,

feeling alive I dive down

to the world below. 

Flash of red and brown, 

robin sings December Song

on the shortest day. 

And three for Xmas...

Holy, O Holy,

Jesus, our Emmanuel;

born in Bethlehem.

Worthy, O Worthy,

Jesus, mighty King of Kings;

to be worshipped and adored.

Glory, O Glory, 

Jesus, humble Lamb of God; 

saviour of the world. 

Merry Christmas everyone!