I saw diamonds
Hanging, gleaming
By paths forlorn
Silent diamonds
Placidly sat
Gripping pinecones
Breeze blew over
Tripping sunlight
Brightly they shone
Sticky jewels
Made of pine-sap
With song-like moan
So the diamonds
And pine needles
Are onwards blown
These high-class folk
Of a quiet wood:
Culture sylvan
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Poetry on Nature and the Like
PoesíaPoems I've written over the years, largely on nature. Quite a few have been revised because my poetry has definitely improved over the years. A bit of a change of pace from my other writing.