Oak Tree

 

Oak tree in the garden

Acorns fall off the tree

Several have been stripped for their energy

Bright green and swollen b the heavy rain

Resist i cannot

Pick up i do

Down they are put

For later prosperity

Deep in the acorn doth lie a seed

Waiting to breath

Burst open from the shell

Into a worl d of wonder

That magical spell

 

 

Seasons of Change

 

Coming to the end of the season

One notices the change

Full of awe and wonder

When the season is of age

Angelica lingers on

With a strong pungent wiff

Ferns are spendid

Wherever they drift

Markers are like stone

Guiding one through

Deep inthe heart of the forest

Where once the fairies grew

For the landscape is ancient

And talk it sure do

How would you like to wander

With a heart so light and blue

 

 

Rutland Tree

 

Sitting on the edge

of a foreshore

at Rutland Water

there is a tree

that catches my eye

it's skirt sits so close to the ground

shaped almost like a triangle

with a few loose branches

other trees sit around

but that one attracts the eye

faintly branches quiver

attracted by me too

 

 

Wind

 

Gentle breeze drifting through

talking to those who listen

Bella the border well aware

of every squirrels drey

seek and look you will find

gooseberry and blackcurrent too

golden leaves have fallen

down to the earth they must go

drifting breezes know

sending messages quivering in branches

tropical trees runners dangle

now and again floating back and to

squeaking branches

air on the face unseen

talking and dancing

playing patterns with the leaves

free to flutter is the wind

 

Changes

 

Buzzing bees fast approach

politely pass by

dragonflies at speed

busy they are too

nuthatch talks from the tree

angelica is still in bloom

purple thistle soft seeds waiting

flies gather on the seat

muster the heart

acorns ripen on the oaks

green ferns look out from the stumps

red berries of hawthorn

robins song burst through

amongst the moss

sedges grow lords and ladies

and fungi too

pigeons coo over and again

in the tree tops

ash keys are brown

lesser teasil delicate and sprightly

old mans beard spreading

giving a show

ready for the insects

where the wind doth blow

 

Cherry tree on the Green

 

From those green leaves

of that cherry tree on the green

branches spread out

as i look through a window

from a room

leaves have changed

to that pinky red

slowly over time that

cherry tree leaves a

picture in my head

white blossom in spring

gives way to summer leaves

and then in the autumn

all fall into the ground

as winter sends them to sleep

buds sit tight just waiting to bloom