Grey trunks tower unto heaven
slender fingers deftly grope
searching for the Great Eternal
of Spring the promise and the hope.
Golden-green the leafy splendour
high, so high I cannot reach
tenderly singing with the breezes
all the songs the dryads teach.
Sunlight splinters, sunlight dances
palest gold light of the dawning
chases darkness from the floor land
with the brightness of the morning.
See the searing flames of Autumn
in the noon sun tree masts blaze
and the splendid glare of Phoebus
burns the heart as rapt I gaze.
Lost in sorrowing shrouded winter
grey light filters from above
upon the fragile nodding braveheart
on the snowdrop that I love.
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WOOD POETRY
PoesiA collection of poetry inspired by a life in an English wood. Meet the animals and birds. Experience the seasons. Enjoy the sunshine, the rain, the mist and the snow.