A walk in the bluebell woods,
Is such a delight to see,
A carpet of blue,
Full of magic and mystery.
Flowers shaped like bells,
Petals dance and sway,
So beautiful,
Join me and walk this way.
They thrive in woodlands,
Surrounding the trees,
Found in shaded areas,
Loved by the bees.
A mass of delicate flowers,
In the forest, so blue,
So enchanting,
Brings joy to me and you.
helicopter seeds
spiralling natural toys
maple tree playground
Constance seizes the forest blissfully
Optimistically merging with skies
Such a spirited sprite spins gleefully
Tenaciously trying to mesmerize
Astute sages within the high green trees; thus,
Nymphs seek to sustain a bejeweled prize
Zestful branches dance with the maiden of
Ardent constancy, delightfully wise.
Lest she be a bird that soars eternally
Escaping the hiding place amongst butterflies
Embraced by Cosmos, care-free and earthy
Encircled by spry stellar mysteries
Fine fairies fare well, fearlessly flying
In fanciful fortified flower fields
Bright White Moon
practically Glowing
Radiating Rays
Stretching
Snowing
over
log home
barnyard-red
with
yellow-orange
sunshine windows
Perfect Pines
barely green
morphed
by the Magnificence
of
Winter Woodlands
Nature's
verdigris face
beams at waterfalls touch
evergreens drink a hearty fill
moss is abundant upon the limestone;
I sit dangling my feet in the
cool aqua-watching swans
glide lazily
along.
a taste
of springtime peace
invades my spirit with
its' lure in this place every year;
mother earth is a sweet nurturer, soft
of caress to the soul who needs
an escape from the grind;
tranquility
wondrous!
Nestled woodland, leaves on line,
thick, straight, and curving.
Mounded upland, forms eternal,
Rounded, angled, and yielding.
Circled valley, meadows, fields,
shapes, and pathways winding.
Seasons quartered, warm and cool,
rust and mustards flying.
Upward outward, textured daybreak,
quiet breezes low:
Close encounter, canvas earth,
to view, to feel, to grow.
Our beautiful green trees
Covered huge swathes of land
Ancient mighty oaks were felled
Oblivious to the future
We broke the woodland's heart.
The greenwoods are compromised
Tree's realise their in trouble
Dangerous time's looming
Our forest friends are weary
Sap runs cold and leaves tremble.
Our hearts are also broken
Now we reap cost of indifference
Hundreds of years wiped out
Sawmill's disdain for the ongoing
Appalling devastation.
Wisdom from Trees
Poetry Contest
Sponsored
by:
Anoucheka Gangabissoon
18/05/2022
piper’s heart is full of joy
he scampers the water with joy
the brook gurgles a woodland greeting
balmy light wind twinkles leaves
they frolic in a lively happy way
the day is light, the minnows are dashing
piper scoops up some cool water and takes a drink
his hands are cold now, but worth it
there is a cough. He knows what it means.
He searches, but the woods are a great concealer.
He smiles as he glimpses the tiny white tail
of the deer as she bounds over a thicket
A transcendental splendor in sepia hues,
spreads it’s woody arms across a nomadic river;
leaves of cinnamon and amber dog the landscape,
as long spectral limbs stretch to golden beams.
Here lay serenity, a breath of neutrality;
tranquility in verdigris-amber glow.
A spark of Gaia’s soul in copper caress
reflects upon the significance of its’ existence.
The river’s constitutional seems unending;
it bends and winds its’ way among tall sentinels.
It generously bestows life to passers-by
offering up itself copiously.
A supernal entity is the woodland.
3-19-2021
ALL YOURS (Mar 20) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
Such colours of natural beauty
your eyes feast upon all this
one considers this so fully
what a picture! don't want to miss
The sun shines through the trees
bringing the colours by real power
dazzled one's eyes so very bright
makes you think of a pretty flower
Along its pathway on either side
lovely little flowers beside the grass
so very green fully attractive
blinds your sight superior class
Strolling along singing a song
joining in with the birds so sweet
they wing themselves forever high
stand in awe at picture complete
What a picture this conveys
one wants to walk this all-day
so splendid, so stunning
loveliness indeed what can one say
Cracked and gnarled
I carry the history of
Earth in my body.
Like others, each crevice
contains a secret,
each curve and whorl,
contains a novel;
my burl is the soul
bearing the weight of
this burden.
As I gather my stories,
growing, learning,
I store them for sharing.
Look at me and read
with your spirit.
3-29-2021
ALL YOURS (Mar 31) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
tree leaves
rustle in breeze-
cardinal
wings
fluttering above-
cottony clouds
owl
landing in an oak-
mouse scurries
leaves
floating on the wind-
deer running
water
trickles in the distance-
salmon leaps
"I saw some road kill on my way over," she said.
She had a horse laugh. "Just a dumb raccoon," she added.
I leapt over the sink and slapped her, hard.
Leaving my entire hand print on her cheek in pink.
Her prissy stuck-up lady face looked stunned.
She stood up, and ran off without any more incessant yapping.
My husband walked out of his man-cave just in time to
see her running flat out past the picture window, clutching her purse.
"Playing with the new neighbor?" He guessed.
I glared at him.
"The woman pushed her way in with a 'yoo hoo', She was not invited."
"She doesn't share your love for animals?" he guessed.
Oscar Opossum pushes open the cupboard doors under the sink, wanders out and chomps noisily from the dog bowl.
Sophie, our most spoiled cocker spaniel growls.
Reggie Raccoon runs over and slaps Sophie.
"Look what you are teaching them!"
My husband says to me, horrified.
"Reggie is a raccoon," I inform him. "She TAUGHT slapping to me!"
I doubt this nosy neighbor will be back,
Which is a perk because I truly and deeply
Like my woodland creatures much more than pushy humans.
hunters savagely ravage forest floor
diligent thorough searching
Morel hides behind moss
Written 3-22-2019
Contest: Kimo
Sponsor: Dear Heart
The greens of the forest open my mind
tantalizing me with their well-kept secrets
wowing me with their varieties and textures
refreshing me with a shiny coolness not found
in concrete landscapes or graffiti-decorated
boxcar yards. Bringing with her loveliness
side dishes of baby blue soft sky and dainty
pure scented violets that arouse my dendrites
and entice my imagination like nothing else does.
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