Tag Archives: nature

In the Cold Air

In the cold air
A bird did sing.
I have my care.
But I heard a blackbird
Trill in the chill air,
Which took away my care.

Ere I Wrote a Word

Ere I wrote a word
I heard the morning bird
Who knows not of plot,
Yet he
Inspires poetry.

Keats had his Nightingale.
But All hearts fail.
Though poetry lives on
When poets are gone

Conscious of the Wind

The wind sings
In the trees
As I,
Alone,
Pass by
Gravestone.

Or, on the busy thoroughfare,
Oft, he catches me unaware
With piles of fallen leaves
And great boughs brought low.
And then I know
That all must go.

Poet Kevin Morris Reading His Poem Blackbird on Youtube

Yesterday, I recorded my poem Blackbird on youtube,

The poem came to me as I sat in my mum’s kitchen/dining area in Liverpool. The big clock on the wall ticked away the seconds whilst, in the garden I could hear the song of a blackbird.

Leaving

On my way home
I touched the stone
Of my local church.
And longed to stay
With the singing birds
On this summer evening.
I have oft heard
The birds singing
And regretted leaving.

I envy them
For, unlike men
They do not weep.
For they see not
The final sleep.
While I
Knowing that man must die
Have the beauty of birdsong,
Which does not last long

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.