Poetry Blogs (OWL)
As I leave my home behind
To walk the far farm fields
The spirit of the land enfolds me
Its silence becomes my mantle
While I alone hear
Those wafted word
As the wind caresses the treetops
To lure me on
Through woodland and moor
Beyond fences, ever deeper into a land
Clothed in swirls of radiant mist
Rising from plashy pools and tarns
Tuesday 17th April 2018 2:32 pm
If you’re walking by the bushes
at the end of the lane
you may hear a little quack
as the sun begins to wane.
You may look for the water
where the ducks might be,
but there’s no-one in sight
just the rustling of the leaves.
Would you believe
the quack that you heard
was the sound of an owl,
a sad little bird.
“A quacking owl?”
I hear you exclai...
Sunday 13th September 2015 10:21 pm
Gently caressed by the breath of the breeze,
branches sway atop tall lofty trees.
Restless leaves, to gnarled fingers, cling
wondering what freshness the new day will bring.
Hopping about on long leafy arms,
fluttering feathers displaying delicate charms.
Beautiful songbirds sing out their sweet melodies
in the grand performance of natures sweet harmony.
Sunday 7th June 2015 10:17 am