Poems

The Mystic Path

The Mystic Path

Silently, follow the mystic path,
Don’t be fooled by the photograph!
At first glance all looks peaceful, calm,
A wooded haven of forest charm,
But slow is the action that’s hard to see,
Of teaming life & busy bees.

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The River Lugg

The River Lugg runs wild and free,
Splashing sounds in symphony,
Gracefully swirling bank-edged bends,
A confluence of nature, dives and wends.
Leaping & skipping through vale and hill,
Over rock and boulder, no keeping still!

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Hands Of Nature

Hands of Nature

Wounded, stark boughs, limbs that have toiled,
Worked through the land, weathered & spoiled.
Cracked, open surfaces,
battered & broken,
No twisted hedge tales are heard, or yet spoken.
Arthritic forms reach high for salvation,
Desperately seeking their rightful ovation.

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Secrets

Secrets

I tell all my secrets to wizened old trees,
They capture them, whispering, past leaves on the breeze.
My secrets seep slowly through gnarled, crusty bark,
Creep under their roots where it’s damp, cool & dark.
Trees will not share trust, though they’ll rustle & quiver,
On cold winter days boughs will rattle & shiver.

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Nature’s Valentine

A poem of love,
forged by heart, through my hand.
Please pause, and listen, then you’ll all understand.
No words for a lover, no flowers for a friend,
Hear the sounds of my heartbeat
In these words that I’ve penned:

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Snowdrops

I’ll paint a blanc picture, to shine pure & white,
An artistic impression of springtime in flight.
First, the outline; crafted green shoots,
Pushing up, light-bound from bulbous, pale roots.
The punishing battle through hard Winter frost,
The toils of the icy ground, all worth the cost.

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Wintertime Tree

Wintertime tree, just look at you!
Magnificent there, with your wild hairdo!
Devoid of plumage, there’s little sound,
Until the burly wind roars round!
But lucky you, although you’re old,
You won’t be permanently bald!
Seasons change, and so will you,
Another day, another do!

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Little Lanterns

Little Lanterns

Little lanterns light the way,
Capture sunbeams while they play,
See them bouncing, orange & yellow,
Late noon dims, bleached colours, mellow.
Soon your glowing hue will quell,
Where tiny creatures strive to dwell.

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Curious Skeletons

Mother nature’s delicate lace,
Lies dying, decaying, free from grace.
Each beauteous stitch so fine, so neat,
A marvel, flawless, in defeat.
An empty mosaic that once was whole,
A piece-less jigsaw’s, segments stole.
Gone, the succulence and the sheen,
Gone, the countless shades of green.