Nature poems – Dave's blog

The wind will blow and trees will bend and bowthe blades of grass will dance their gentle swaythe pond ripples like gentle rings of silkand ears of corn will move and bob all day. A gentle breeze is felt to cool the browwhen summer sun is blazing in its higha gale will tell you buttonContinue reading “The Wind”

The Tree

The tree stands tall, reaching to the sky a canopy of leaves and branches there so high its hollow trunk a testament to age its mighty girth is weakened by this stage. The wind has moved its mighty head aboutmaking it sway and creak and groan and shoutit has a split along its trunk severethatContinue reading “The Tree”

Winter’s Walk

The crisp and frosty leaves do laylike nature’s carpet all the waythey crunch and crunch under the boottill dense wood joins and churn to mud. Beech trees shed nuts on the groundand squirrels leave the shells aroundanother sound is played by trodden foota sharp crisp, crunchy one of empty nut. We reach the shrubs alongContinue reading “Winter’s Walk”

By The Lake

I left the gravel park and hurried soto get a seat and starenumber plates lined neatly in a rowchildren run without a care. Nestled in among the trees, across the lake a chapel spire pointing up towards the sky but towering so much higher. A rabbit runs across the ferns stirred by a searching houndContinue reading “By The Lake”

The Old Tree

Blowing wild is the windtrees bending to and frograss dancing one last timebefore the frost and snow. The birds are dizzy up aloftsitting, thinking what to dosquirrels out collecting nutsbusy just like me and you. A tree is breaking it is timeto kiss the ground and lieher stump is rotten to the coreIt is herContinue reading “The Old Tree”

Nature’s Walk

Nature’s walk Wondering through the countrysideon a beautiful summer daya gentle breeze to cool my facewhile I daydream the time away. The songbird sings to me its verse the ducks they quack their laughing rhyme the frogs they croak repeatedly nature’s chorus, always on time. A sunbeam shimmers on the laketranquillity and peace so nicestretchedContinue reading “Nature’s Walk”

Autumn

A carpet of brown multi-coloured formfrom leaves cascading in the heavy breezethe trees are bare and show their crooked armslike old men with sticks bowing without ease. Summer berries have made their last showabundant fruit so sweet is in decaytime for the trees to scatter nuts aroundand the squirrels to cary them away. The season’sContinue reading “Autumn”