Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
26th Dec 2024 9:06am
26th Dec 2024 9:06am
Once a clear bright day
it happened
just beyond dawn magpies appear
a sudden cloud capsized is forming
with coaled black eyes
they sit at eyes length
upon their branches
staring
a cackling occurs
haste in their wings
sounds escape
into thickness
blankness
of my coffee
I seek
insights
then breaks a rolling
roaming wave
aching bird sounds
screaming cries
a huge conifer is being cut down
where once a refugee began
stammering shuddering
finally
fallen...
just beyond dawn magpies appear
a sudden cloud capsized is forming
with coaled black eyes
they sit at eyes length
upon their branches
staring
a cackling occurs
haste in their wings
sounds escape
into thickness
blankness
of my coffee
I seek
insights
then breaks a rolling
roaming wave
aching bird sounds
screaming cries
a huge conifer is being cut down
where once a refugee began
stammering shuddering
finally
fallen...
#animals
#trees
85 reads
4 Comments
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
26th Dec 2024 9:06am
26th Dec 2024 9:06am
Once a clear bright day
it happened
just beyond dawn magpies appear
a sudden cloud capsized is forming
with coaled black eyes
they sit at eyes length
upon their branches
staring
a cackling occurs
haste in their wings
sounds escape
into thickness
blankness
of my coffee
I seek
insights
then breaks a rolling
roaming wave
aching bird sounds
screaming cries
a huge conifer is being cut down
where once a refugee began
stammering shuddering
finally
fallen...
just beyond dawn magpies appear
a sudden cloud capsized is forming
with coaled black eyes
they sit at eyes length
upon their branches
staring
a cackling occurs
haste in their wings
sounds escape
into thickness
blankness
of my coffee
I seek
insights
then breaks a rolling
roaming wave
aching bird sounds
screaming cries
a huge conifer is being cut down
where once a refugee began
stammering shuddering
finally
fallen...
#animals
#trees
85 reads
4 Comments
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
5th Oct 2024 11:03am
5th Oct 2024 11:03am
Autumn
On a cold,autumn day.
Leaves fall and dance the day away.
Like ballerinas up in the sky.
They fly and crunch under your feet.
And their grace is what you meet.
You go onto the bench,on your seat.
With leaves crunching under your feet.
While the other leaves fly.
And they dance in the sky like ballerinas.
Only to fall onto the ground.
They sway like dancers on the cold,autumn ground.
Maybe just one cold,autumn day.
You'll join them and dance the day away.
Leading to a starry night.
With no leaves left...
Leaves fall and dance the day away.
Like ballerinas up in the sky.
They fly and crunch under your feet.
And their grace is what you meet.
You go onto the bench,on your seat.
With leaves crunching under your feet.
While the other leaves fly.
And they dance in the sky like ballerinas.
Only to fall onto the ground.
They sway like dancers on the cold,autumn ground.
Maybe just one cold,autumn day.
You'll join them and dance the day away.
Leading to a starry night.
With no leaves left...
#happiness
#hope
#inspirational
#nature
#trees
119 reads
1 Comment
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
5th Oct 2024 11:03am
5th Oct 2024 11:03am
Autumn
On a cold,autumn day.
Leaves fall and dance the day away.
Like ballerinas up in the sky.
They fly and crunch under your feet.
And their grace is what you meet.
You go onto the bench,on your seat.
With leaves crunching under your feet.
While the other leaves fly.
And they dance in the sky like ballerinas.
Only to fall onto the ground.
They sway like dancers on the cold,autumn ground.
Maybe just one cold,autumn day.
You'll join them and dance the day away.
Leading to a starry night.
With no leaves left...
Leaves fall and dance the day away.
Like ballerinas up in the sky.
They fly and crunch under your feet.
And their grace is what you meet.
You go onto the bench,on your seat.
With leaves crunching under your feet.
While the other leaves fly.
And they dance in the sky like ballerinas.
Only to fall onto the ground.
They sway like dancers on the cold,autumn ground.
Maybe just one cold,autumn day.
You'll join them and dance the day away.
Leading to a starry night.
With no leaves left...
#happiness
#hope
#inspirational
#nature
#trees
119 reads
1 Comment
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
5th Oct 2024 11:03am
5th Oct 2024 11:03am
Autumn
On a cold,autumn day.
Leaves fall and dance the day away.
Like ballerinas up in the sky.
They fly and crunch under your feet.
And their grace is what you meet.
You go onto the bench,on your seat.
With leaves crunching under your feet.
While the other leaves fly.
And they dance in the sky like ballerinas.
Only to fall onto the ground.
They sway like dancers on the cold,autumn ground.
Maybe just one cold,autumn day.
You'll join them and dance the day away.
Leading to a starry night.
With no leaves left...
Leaves fall and dance the day away.
Like ballerinas up in the sky.
They fly and crunch under your feet.
And their grace is what you meet.
You go onto the bench,on your seat.
With leaves crunching under your feet.
While the other leaves fly.
And they dance in the sky like ballerinas.
Only to fall onto the ground.
They sway like dancers on the cold,autumn ground.
Maybe just one cold,autumn day.
You'll join them and dance the day away.
Leading to a starry night.
With no leaves left...
#happiness
#hope
#inspirational
#nature
#trees
119 reads
1 Comment
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
5th Oct 2024 11:03am
5th Oct 2024 11:03am
Autumn
On a cold,autumn day.
Leaves fall and dance the day away.
Like ballerinas up in the sky.
They fly and crunch under your feet.
And their grace is what you meet.
You go onto the bench,on your seat.
With leaves crunching under your feet.
While the other leaves fly.
And they dance in the sky like ballerinas.
Only to fall onto the ground.
They sway like dancers on the cold,autumn ground.
Maybe just one cold,autumn day.
You'll join them and dance the day away.
Leading to a starry night.
With no leaves left...
Leaves fall and dance the day away.
Like ballerinas up in the sky.
They fly and crunch under your feet.
And their grace is what you meet.
You go onto the bench,on your seat.
With leaves crunching under your feet.
While the other leaves fly.
And they dance in the sky like ballerinas.
Only to fall onto the ground.
They sway like dancers on the cold,autumn ground.
Maybe just one cold,autumn day.
You'll join them and dance the day away.
Leading to a starry night.
With no leaves left...
#happiness
#hope
#inspirational
#nature
#trees
119 reads
1 Comment
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
5th Oct 2024 11:03am
5th Oct 2024 11:03am
Autumn
On a cold,autumn day.
Leaves fall and dance the day away.
Like ballerinas up in the sky.
They fly and crunch under your feet.
And their grace is what you meet.
You go onto the bench,on your seat.
With leaves crunching under your feet.
While the other leaves fly.
And they dance in the sky like ballerinas.
Only to fall onto the ground.
They sway like dancers on the cold,autumn ground.
Maybe just one cold,autumn day.
You'll join them and dance the day away.
Leading to a starry night.
With no leaves left...
Leaves fall and dance the day away.
Like ballerinas up in the sky.
They fly and crunch under your feet.
And their grace is what you meet.
You go onto the bench,on your seat.
With leaves crunching under your feet.
While the other leaves fly.
And they dance in the sky like ballerinas.
Only to fall onto the ground.
They sway like dancers on the cold,autumn ground.
Maybe just one cold,autumn day.
You'll join them and dance the day away.
Leading to a starry night.
With no leaves left...
#happiness
#hope
#inspirational
#nature
#trees
119 reads
1 Comment
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2024 10:35am
23rd Apr 2024 10:35am
Hymn to Trees
Black boots leave a bus
as I watch it trundle off
into English dust
I pass through a kissing gate
walk past the orchard full
of Beltane blossom
up a dirt track towards
a meadow full of buttercups
and red clover.
There she stands
Bella, my oak tree
on her own in the midst
of a lone field
she who stands with ribbons
tied into her spindles
markers of every prayer
every thought
every wish ever uttered.
I sit here sometimes
crouching to reach a crawl-space...
as I watch it trundle off
into English dust
I pass through a kissing gate
walk past the orchard full
of Beltane blossom
up a dirt track towards
a meadow full of buttercups
and red clover.
There she stands
Bella, my oak tree
on her own in the midst
of a lone field
she who stands with ribbons
tied into her spindles
markers of every prayer
every thought
every wish ever uttered.
I sit here sometimes
crouching to reach a crawl-space...
#Britain
#forest
#pagan
#prayer
#trees
152 reads
2 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2024 10:35am
23rd Apr 2024 10:35am
Hymn to Trees
Black boots leave a bus
as I watch it trundle off
into English dust
I pass through a kissing gate
walk past the orchard full
of Beltane blossom
up a dirt track towards
a meadow full of buttercups
and red clover.
There she stands
Bella, my oak tree
on her own in the midst
of a lone field
she who stands with ribbons
tied into her spindles
markers of every prayer
every thought
every wish ever uttered.
I sit here sometimes
crouching to reach a crawl-space...
as I watch it trundle off
into English dust
I pass through a kissing gate
walk past the orchard full
of Beltane blossom
up a dirt track towards
a meadow full of buttercups
and red clover.
There she stands
Bella, my oak tree
on her own in the midst
of a lone field
she who stands with ribbons
tied into her spindles
markers of every prayer
every thought
every wish ever uttered.
I sit here sometimes
crouching to reach a crawl-space...
#Britain
#forest
#pagan
#prayer
#trees
152 reads
2 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2024 10:35am
23rd Apr 2024 10:35am
Hymn to Trees
Black boots leave a bus
as I watch it trundle off
into English dust
I pass through a kissing gate
walk past the orchard full
of Beltane blossom
up a dirt track towards
a meadow full of buttercups
and red clover.
There she stands
Bella, my oak tree
on her own in the midst
of a lone field
she who stands with ribbons
tied into her spindles
markers of every prayer
every thought
every wish ever uttered.
I sit here sometimes
crouching to reach a crawl-space...
as I watch it trundle off
into English dust
I pass through a kissing gate
walk past the orchard full
of Beltane blossom
up a dirt track towards
a meadow full of buttercups
and red clover.
There she stands
Bella, my oak tree
on her own in the midst
of a lone field
she who stands with ribbons
tied into her spindles
markers of every prayer
every thought
every wish ever uttered.
I sit here sometimes
crouching to reach a crawl-space...
#Britain
#forest
#pagan
#prayer
#trees
152 reads
2 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2024 10:35am
23rd Apr 2024 10:35am
Hymn to Trees
Black boots leave a bus
as I watch it trundle off
into English dust
I pass through a kissing gate
walk past the orchard full
of Beltane blossom
up a dirt track towards
a meadow full of buttercups
and red clover.
There she stands
Bella, my oak tree
on her own in the midst
of a lone field
she who stands with ribbons
tied into her spindles
markers of every prayer
every thought
every wish ever uttered.
I sit here sometimes
crouching to reach a crawl-space...
as I watch it trundle off
into English dust
I pass through a kissing gate
walk past the orchard full
of Beltane blossom
up a dirt track towards
a meadow full of buttercups
and red clover.
There she stands
Bella, my oak tree
on her own in the midst
of a lone field
she who stands with ribbons
tied into her spindles
markers of every prayer
every thought
every wish ever uttered.
I sit here sometimes
crouching to reach a crawl-space...
#Britain
#forest
#pagan
#prayer
#trees
152 reads
2 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2024 10:35am
23rd Apr 2024 10:35am
Hymn to Trees
Black boots leave a bus
as I watch it trundle off
into English dust
I pass through a kissing gate
walk past the orchard full
of Beltane blossom
up a dirt track towards
a meadow full of buttercups
and red clover.
There she stands
Bella, my oak tree
on her own in the midst
of a lone field
she who stands with ribbons
tied into her spindles
markers of every prayer
every thought
every wish ever uttered.
I sit here sometimes
crouching to reach a crawl-space...
as I watch it trundle off
into English dust
I pass through a kissing gate
walk past the orchard full
of Beltane blossom
up a dirt track towards
a meadow full of buttercups
and red clover.
There she stands
Bella, my oak tree
on her own in the midst
of a lone field
she who stands with ribbons
tied into her spindles
markers of every prayer
every thought
every wish ever uttered.
I sit here sometimes
crouching to reach a crawl-space...
#Britain
#forest
#pagan
#prayer
#trees
152 reads
2 Comments
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