There is part
Of the park
Mysterious and dark
Where wind sings
Always to me.
And I
Am free.
There is Part of the Park
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Spider
She did remark,
In the corner of his room
A spider spinning.
In his dark art, a thought,
A poet caught
Of average room
And spider spinning.
We Love the Wood
We love the wood
By day
And take our delight
In glades.
But when light fades
And day
Is swallowed by night
Fears play.
Fallen Blossom
I found
Blossom on the ground
Which brought
To mind the thought,
We all,
As the blossom, fall.
Birds in the Early Morning
When, at 6 am, I
Walked in the woods nearby,
Expecting to hear the birds,
(As I have often heard
Them sing in early morn).
Few birds I heard
For as I slept
The dawn
She crept
Softly by.
Why Do I Try to Cage
Why do I try
To cage
A blackbird in my paper cage?
In spring he sings
And makes for me
Sublime poetry.
That I can not cage
Within my poor poetic cage.
The Trees Have Been Cut Back
The trees have been cut back.
The woods lack
The interplay of dark and light.
Day and night
The foxes bark in the park
Nearby, and I
Think of owls in the churchyard,
And nature who
Grows through
Our abandoned yards.
In Flowering May
In flowering May
We little think
On Autumn grey
But our spring
Does not stay.
All These Fallen Trees
All these fallen trees
Will fertilize the ground.
Do young couples pass
Along the wooded path
And think thoughts profound
Of nature the creator
And of how trees
And fallen leaves
Fertilize the ground?
Words
I hear the birds
And think on windblown
Words outflown
By birds.
K Morris - Poet 