The last dance

Movement in harmony, soul of the dance,
Fashioned to favour  and further romance.
Take to the  floor in a flurry of haste,
Lest the last dying strains pass into waste.
Cherish the moment that ever will be.
Lodged in the core of our joint memory.

Spring

How happily the days are lengthening,
As spring pries open winter's  balefull grip.
What has been dark of night now is bright morn,
And birds that sang concealed flute full in light.

Shy buds assume a confidence they lacked
And paint the trees and shrubs in artful hues,
While lovers learn from nature's urgent way
To reawake what has been plunged in sleep.

Green Flash

"Green Flash of sailor's lore,
What motivates your flame?
Why is it once you came,
And now return no more?"

Thus the legend. What the facts?
Could there be a force which acts?

With sea becalmed beneath a cloudless sky,
A rarity is seen, though none knows why.
To mariners it is the strangest thing
The vaulted dome before their eyes may bring.

Amongst the windblown salts with years afloat
The topic merits comment hour on hour.
So fleetingly evinced when it occurs,
It draws upon itself the deepest doubts.
Is it a phantom, conjured by a mind
Confused and tired as Sun and water meet,
Which, with the sinking of the the solar limb,
Calls forth an intense burst of short-lived green
That seems to hang an instant where the straight
Horizon severs sky from placid sea?

As someone with  a weather watcher's eye,
I have the habit to observe the sky -
So let me briefly say what I have seen
Concerning water jugs and flashes green.

Upon the Cuban shore at close of day
I saw the Sun blink verdantly to sleep
Beneath the resting waters calmly deep
From where I sat in hope to be amazed.
It was a moment so unique in kind
As never can be banished from my mind.
And so it seemed a truth had been confirmed
That could no longer see itself impugned.
And yet, on coming home I met with doubt
When, as I watched my water jug boil up
Where it was standing in a darkenend space,
To my distress I saw that Cuban gleam
Which I had thought a rare exotic gem.
Yet gem it may well be, for all of this,
Since not all jugs produce the same effect.

So keep your eyes alert, should such seem just,
And you may see the Green Flash too, I trust.
 

Image and story

Thank you for the pictures from afar,
Showing how you prosper where you are.
How well you dally there, with Sol supreme
Bringing bounty with his burnished beam!

Handsome hull upon a silken sea,
Moored at leasure where you choose to be,
Till fancy spies an isle of green and white,
And prompts the latent wanderlust to bite.

So, as you sail from  port to port at will,
We share with you the pleasure and the thrill -
Happy faces sunning on the beach,
From where vistas vanish out of reach.
Stately vessels, skimming yachts abound,
Verdant backdrops feature in the round,
And all these gems show how you follow
A path renewed with each new morrow
In which the mariner may choose to stay,
Or else weigh anchor and be underway.

Thus let there always be such splendid days
To pass, when tender  eyes with lovelight gaze.