Poems of
Nature
Nature never did betray
The heart that loved her.
... Williams Wordsworth
Poetry allows us to express our deeper feelings
without appearing trite ...... Keith Scott
MEMORIES OF A WALK IN MORTON
Dappled sunlight in that forest glade,
Sparkling both with light and shade,
Reflecting highlights ‘mongst the leaves
In patterns that the mind conceives
As jewels sparkling in the breeze.
The quiet sounds of Nature in the glen
Makes as though the world of men
Belongs to another time and ken
Where life knows not this world of peace
And causes, for a time, all cares to cease.
SPRING
Every year as Winter battles Spring
We, along with all the Earth
Await the coming day of birth,
For cruel frost to lose its sting
And once again new life to bring.
Then, from eyes our sleep we shake
For it came with no warning,
This new day, this very morning
And fresh green shoots of life awake
To burst again from land and lake.
We sense with clarity sharp as knife
The very dampness in the air
Laden heavy with scents so fair.
Earthly richness, fresh with life
Promising future, joyous strife.
SPRING, GLORIOUS SPRING
Across the water, darkly green,
A picture fair as any seen
With trees lofty, rising high,
Spreading branches to the sky
Jacob’s coat in various greens
Creating wondrous vibrant scenes
‘Gainst a backdrop richly blue
Showing through with radiant hue.
Not only eyes feast in this sight
But other senses too delight
With songs of birds so sweetly fair
And scent of blossoms in the air.
Flashes too, of white and red
Through this canvas lightly spread
And purples also add their glory
And with colour, complete the story
How then can one be so blind
And not in such beauty find;
To overlook this sight pristine
This fresh, unblemished green.
There cannot be a sight more glorious
Than Spring bursting forth victorious
And bringing to us mortals hope
Sustaining us in daily lives to cope.
The Storm
Air heavy with threat'ning closeness
Warm moist heat trapped and seething;
Like a blanket smothering.
And in that wrapping, cloying stillness
All sensation is a laboured breathing;
As if all were drowning
Grey clouds now turning black with anger
Bring forth the power of thunder’s clangor
Winds rising with a sudden flurry
Now unleashed is nature's fury
Driven rain in eyes and blinded vision
Creating images without precision
And painting ghostly scenes before us
As Valkyries boom out their chorus
Lightning shaping patterns that remain
Yet leaving nothing quite the same
Images appear then gone so quick
Ripped in agony from Earth’s fabric
Flashes cast their light on glowering clouds
Creating ghastly figures in their shrouds
And all about the branches creak and groan
Giving screaming birth to fears unknown
Where minutes passed lay gentle slope
Now rushing streams of waters grope
Broiling madly like a nightmare living
Seizing all that’s loose with no forgiving
Then with no warning, fury gives its’ place
To quieter streets and tranquil fields
Gone the fury that blanketed the Earth.
Street lights flicker and with but a trace
Of distant drums, the thunder yields
A refreshed land, complete rebirth
Good Morning World
So wondrous quiet, as to the East,
A pale lightness outlines the trees against a
New-revealed sky.
Dark patterns of black;
Rounded,
Rising,
Forming,
Taking shape,
Filling in the background that, before, was not there;
Merely something sensed beyond our vision.
And we,
Where but a moment past were just warm masses,
Close-sensed as heat and weight against each other,
Now take form and substance.
Hands, only felt before as comforting shadows,
Are now seen pale,
Materialized from the remembered heat of their last
touch.
Faces glow pale and features form
As if the soft light of the dawn
Has given them ….. Reality.
And slowly,
One by one,
As each new sound is added,
Comes the birdsong of the day reborn;
A choir of separate voices melded into one,
Giving out its own joyous greeting to the world.
Arms around each other in response,
We seek to share the moment,
As one … Made whole
By the power and majesty of Nature.