Short Rowan Tree Poems

There stands the rowan tree
Older than mother bird a-nesting in her boughs
Tall she stands, to catch the breeze
That whispers through her locks o’ green
That be crowned by many a berry
Then as she shivers at the gust
Little berries go plunk upon her toes
Covering the floor at her feet...

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Yesterday’s Music

The music of a burbling rill
Close by a dry stone wall,
And on the air, so calm and still
A blackbird's fluting call

Green finches in the rowan tree
Join in the meadow’s song,
And big fat yellow bumble bees
Hum merrily along

The flutter of a butterfly
 The flip of trout at play
The rustle of a mouse nearby
The sounds of yesterday...





Janette's sounds contest--18th April...

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I do not know why 

I was born in May 

When lilac blossomed.

It was very noisy.

The tulips bloomed, 

The echo brought 

The roar of the far oceans, 

Birds were singing

songs that night, 

Summer lightning flamed, 

rain of flowers poured.

The bees drank noisily 

from lime vines, 

And everyone repeated 

the magic name: «Dina!»

Only the rowan-tree cried

Because she had understood.

Dina is her sister....

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Treasured Memory

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Quietly dreaming ‘neath azure skies
Amid the leafy woodlands
Where no distractions are found
And on the air, so calm and still
No sound, save that of blackbird in the thorn
Into this calm comes the soft rustle of the rowan tree
Blue dragonflies dart to and fro
Like butterfly or fairy wings
And warm brown frogs move among the whispering reeds.
That purest of days in long distant past


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