Tag Archives: nature

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?

On A Chilly Winter’s Evening

On a chilly winter’s night
The song of a bird
I heard
As he sang to me
From a churchyard tree.
Such delight,
And poignancy.
But that was in me.

Sparrows In A Tree

A myriad sparrows singing
To me from a tree.
Their song
Bringing joy
To girl and boy.

I know not how long
My song
May be.
But sparrows in a tree,
Sang to me.

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.

There is Comfort in this Tree

There is comfort in this tree,
For it was here before me.
And will stay
When I am clay.
To comfort those who pass
Along this self-same path

A few, perhaps
Gazing at this tree
May remember me.
I laugh,
For a tree
Has no vanity.

I Hear The Rain

I hear the rain, again.
How it does pour,
Over city street, and moor
When I go my way,
The rain will stay.
But others will remain,
Listening to the rain.