Tag Archives: mortality

On Hearing Birdsong

On hearing birdsong

I am glad

That I am here

To hear

Their sad, glad song.

 

 

We die

And our love

Dies with us.

 

 

No, it lives on

When we are gone

In those we love.

 

 

And the birds

Sing on

With no care

For where

We have gone.

 

When I Die

I wonder, when I die,

If it be in dream,

Will it seem

That I lie

Abed,

In perpetual dream?

 

I

Must  take care

That my head

Is empty of all nightmare,

Lest, when I am dead

I, forever, dream.

 

A Poem from My Further Selected Poems

During a recent visit to my family in Liverpool, I visited Woolton wood. My trip to the wood took in a visit to the Walled Garden, https://www.merseyforest.org.uk/things-to-do/walks-bike-rides-and-more/walks/woolton-woods-and-camphill/.

In this peaceful spot, I spent some little time admiring the memorial benches and floral cuckoo clock, which feature in my poem “In Memory of”:

“A bench replete
With flowers
In winter’s wood.
Hours
Incomplete
Marked by a stone
Clock with lost hands.

We go into the unknown
Wood.
But perhaps a bench may stand
To commemorate
Those who, of a late
Winter afternoon,
Think on nature’s passing bloom.”

“In Memory of” can be found in my collection “The Further Selected Poems of K Morris”, which is available from Amazon in Kindle and paperback, https://www.amazon.co.uk/Further-Selected-Poems-Morris-ebook/dp/B08XPMGD3F.

The Wet Churchyard Earth

The wet churchyard earth
Speaks of nature’s rebirth.
The graveyard grass smells fresh.
I see life and death.

I Heard A Leaf Fall

I heard a leaf fall.
It fell, dry and dead,
And rested there
On greying head.
And brought a thought
Of the passing kind
Into my so mortal mind …

Wind and Rain

I heard the wind blow
Through this wood I love.
When I go
Wind will blow.
And rain pour,
Though I am no more.
Yet it comforts me so.