Evening

Grey hills outlined in rosy glow,
Reflected by the setting sun.
Drifting clouds tipped with gold,
Another day is almost done.
In the purple twilight there,
Evening lights shine,golden lamps
Strung o'er hills and dales
Where rising mist the terrain damps,
With silver beads upon each blade
Of waving grass and heather bell,
To droplets spilling in the pool.
Of gleaming silence in the dell,
Rippling the sleeping surface,
Into rings of crystal splendour
Where the lonely bull frogs sings
His love song strong and tender.
Rosy fingers through the trees
Transform the pond to ruby wine,
As the sun sinks into slumber
Drowsy birds sing holy compline.

Leaving Home

Before you spread your wings to fly,
Pray pause a while to say goodbye.
Forget us not your humble friends
Whose warmest wishes,this poems sends.
Life's plateau spread before your eyes,
Holds rocky paths,and hidden sighs.
Its flowers and crystal streams sublime,
Enrich your cup with golden wine.
The sun dark clouds will sometimes hide,
Their tears to wash the plateau wide.
Its silver lining shining through,
Brings happiness and hope anew.
So fly away my pretty dear
And hide once more that foolish tear,
Drink deep and oft,of memory's cask,
Remembering  'tis all we ask.

The Seagull

Screaming seagull in the air,
Wheeling and turning there.
Swooping down to the sea,
Where lazy waves lap easily.
Along a quiet sandy stretch,
Harbouring rowing boat and ketch.
The sun silvers your snowy breast
As you land upon the crest
Of an ocean roller high,
Until it falls again to die
Among seaweed and shells galore,
Which decorate the sandy shore.
Upon the ocean's face you ride,
Pitted by foam,curling wide.
And lite by the summer sun,
You soar,and suddenly you're gone.

Filey Brig

I gaze across the sun-drenched sand,
Fresh bathed in yon ebbing tide,
A bright curved golden band
With foamed laced edge,breezes ride.
Sea birds group on the waterline,
A red legged wader scans the shore
Hurrying to the glittering brine,
Pebbles and seaweed to explore.
Far along the crescent bay
Framed by cliffs,sand martin dig.
And ramblers and fishermen stray
The stark rocks of Filey Brig
March into the summer sea.
waves fling their snowy locks
Endlessly,it seems to me,
Over barnacled moss covered rocks
Through the seaweed's waving fronds
Clinging to slimy weeping boulders,
Leaving shallow rocky ponds
To merge with silver crested rollers.

On the shore.

                                                                ON THE SHORE.
Shadows on the water,
Waves curl along the shore,
The days now are shorter
Twilight's here once more.
Hear the sea roaring,
Throwing white laced waves
Against the cliff face pouring
Frothy bubbles as it raves

Moonlight on the water

Sea birds ride its silver path,
"Tis here I love to loiter
In the quiet aftermath.
Clouds fill the moonlit sky
Nothing more I see.
Hear the water's murmuring sigh?
the tide has turned away from me.

Mabel Bradley.

This blog has been set up to celebrate my mum,a fun loving,clever lady with a great talent for writing good poetry.I hope you enjoy a much loved and missed lady's works.

                                                                  Regards Maggie.