Nature Poetry

Nature is such a beautiful thing. I was walking my dog through a woodland the other day and I just thought how people had been admiring and appreciating these simple pleasures for millennia. I also thought how inspirational it is, so I wrote these poems.




Trees
Waiting and waiting, but not ever to reach -
Never rushed but steadily, quietly existing.
Roughly carved by the world's kind hands,
Painted and re-painted by the seasons.
  Green by Spring, for new fresh life
  Deeper for Summer's ripe days
  Autumn prefers a sleepy brown
  But Winter can never decide.
Here they stand, present as guards
But not nearly as attentive.
Just whispering idle gossip
Just watching the years float gently by.  

A Suspended Silver Coin
The moon, it hangs there so serenely
Never to be disturbed, just to delight.
It smiles as it watches the earth, and 
Casts a pale glow over the rapt faces.

Worth so much, to see the beauty
of a million stars in clear, pearly moonlight.
Still, sultry nights for simply gazing
In wonder, at the heavens. 

Never has a coin, dropped by the Dark, been so elegant.

Autumn Leaves
Daubs of paint, swirling gently
Onto thick, mulched paper.
Dancing majestically in the last warm rays of sun.
The lights of summer are dimmed,
Stored away for next year.

Bronzed and gilded, laced with holes -
Gold and green and brown.
Maroon, chestnut and oh! I could go on
With all the seasonal palette. 
Goodbye to the rich sunshine, and 
Welcome to the gentle warmth of Autumn's open fires. 



Dawn Light 
Welcoming the new, fresh day
Giving a firework display of colours
An empty sky, watercolour paints merging 
Into a delightful blend. Stripes of pale pink and lilac - 
the faintest blue and a border of deepest indigo.
Silhouettes of the land, reminder of the short life
These delicate scenes have.

Every morning as special and different as the last.