Once green leaves
Are brown
On the ground.
Great trees
Wither and die
And I
See dead leaves
At my door.
Leaves
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Continuity
I touched a split tree
Which still stood
Reminding me
Of the Great North Wood.
I am of modernity.
Yet my heart
Is part
Of this old split tree.
There stands outside my window
Another tree
Here long before me
And when I go
Others seeing these 2 trees
May know they are part
Of nature’s great heart
And know continuity with me.
Late Autumn
On a day
In late November
A cold autumn breeze
Rustles through the trees
Seeming to say,
“A freezing December
Is on its way”.
In the Dark Park
In the dark park
A myriad leaves
Whirl in autumn’s breeze.
And optimists stress
The inevitability of progress.
But these fallen leaves
Do not deceive.
Churchyard Tree
When a churchyard tree
Dripped rain on me
I thought that I ought
Not to swear
For the rain will remain
When that tree
And me are where
We will know no rain.
I Shall Stand Aside
I shall stand aside
And let the wind decide
And where the wind blows
I too will go.
My Poetry T Shirt
I have recently created a poetry t shirt, which shows my poem ‘Fallen Blossom’ :
I found
Blossom on the ground.
Which brought
To mind the thought,
We all,
As the blossom, fall.
The t shirt was manufactured by a company called Fluid Branding.
Fallen Blossom can be found in my collection, More Poetic Meanderings which is available in Kindle and Paperback from Amazon.
The Scents of a Mild July
The scents of a mild July
Fill the woodland air.
There has been a heavy downpour.
I know there
Will be more
Rain to soak the dry
Earth here in the UK.
While elsewhere
People die
In the blistering sun.
Today, it is not the UK.
But another heatwave will surely come
And we will pray
For the rain again.
The autumn
Used to bring fallen leaves
While the springtime
Brought flowers.
Now I rhyme
Of confusion
and the illusion of progress.
But man’s hour?
I know not
When his clock may stop.
Man (Revised Poem)
A couple of days ago, I published a poem entitled “Man” https://kmorrispoet.com/2023/07/14/man/. Below is a slightly amended and extended version of that poem:
I know that these trees
Are Older than man
And the church
Which so many men pass
Without a glance
Or a sigh
As they hurry by.
Nettles and Rain
The nettles flourished in the rain.
When I came there again
Men had removed them.
Civilisation came.
Nettles and rain
Remain.
K Morris - Poet 