Tag Archives: nature poems

Blackbirds

Dusk softly falls
. As blackbirds call
Tis a kind of poetry
As brother calls to brother.
Or, more prosaically,
Its merely territory.
But tis poetry to me.

My Poem I Would Rather Be A Tree Has Been Included In Dodo Modern Vidpoets

I am pleased to announce that my poem I would Rather Be a Tree has been included in May’s Dodo Modern Vidpoets. To listen to me reading I Would Rather Be a Tree, and the poems of the other contributors, please follow this link, https://dodovidpoets.blogspot.com/2021/05/virtual-dodo-6-may-2021.html.

Kevin Morris reading his poems ‘Barely a Bird I Heard’ and ‘I Would Rather Be a Tree’ on Youtube

A reading of my poems on Youtube.

A 4 Star Review of My Collection, “The Further Selected Poems of K Morris”

I was pleased to receive the following review of my recently published “The Further Selected Poems of K Morris”:

“… The first few poems relate to the death of the poet’s guide dog, Trigger. “Dog Bed” and “To a Departed Dog” are especially poignant. They are followed by a group featuring autumn, winter, or birds. Nature here is both comforting and indifferent. The best of this group is “This Winter Sunshine.” It is very short but very good. Two others that are brief but brilliant are “A Confession” and ” I Face My Darkening Window.” …”.

To read the review in its entirety on Goodreads please visit this link, https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/3935821813. The review can also be found on Amazon here, https://www.amazon.ca/review/R2QF59JP09SB74/. To read a sample or purchase The Further Selected Poems of K Morris please visit this link, https://www.amazon.com/Further-Selected-Poems-Morris-ebook/dp/B08XPMGD3F, or this one, https://www.amazon.co.uk/Further-Selected-Poems-Morris/dp/B08XL7YZ9H/
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I Would Rather Be a Tree

I would rather be a tree
In the midst of the wood.
For in woodland glades
The traffic noise fades,
And the song of the bird
Fills the heart of the wood.
And the poet’s word
Is as nought to the bird.

Shadow

A shadow followed me
From tree to tree
As I did pass
Along the woodland path.

I paused to hear
The sweet birds sing.
And thought of spring
And the passing year.

Although I forgot my shadow,
My shadow did not go.
For our sweet birdsong
Does not last long.

Winter Bird

I heard a bird
Flap, in winter’s air.
He will fly,
I know not where.
While I
Shall go
In Winter’s snow.

Does he know
His journey’s end?
And what of thee
And me
My friend?

A Bird On The Wing

Below are 2 slightly different versions of a poem I composed earlier today.

A bird on the wing
Is such a temporary thing.
Though, when it dies,
In poetry, it survives.

A bird on the wing
Is such a temporary thing.
Though, when it dies,
It’s poem may survive.

A Poem from “Croydon Poetry Hour Anthology 2019/2020”

The below poem, “Fine Rain”, is 1 of 12 poems by me which appears in “Croydon Poetry Hour Anthology 2019/2020”:

I get wet
By this fine
Rain.
Yet,
I do not regret
For the divine
Is in the rain.

I shall get wet
Again
For when
Death does steal
Me away.
I regret
That I shall no longer feel,
The joy of a rainy day.

(“Croydon Poetry Hour Anthology 2019/2020” can be found here, https://www.lulu.com/en/gb/shop/croydon-poets/croydon-poetry-hour-anthology-201920/paperback/product-rjpqzd.html