In springtime
Lovers lose themselves amongst wild roses,
While the poet composes
A rhyme
About lovers who, in springtime
Lose themselves amongst roses wild
In Springtime
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The Wind, In The City
The wind, in the city
Blows on our pretty
Baubles. And on thee
And me.
And seems to say,
“Baubles and thee
Will pass away.
But I will stay
And laugh
At lad and lass
Who, in the joy of romance
Drink and dance
And Think
They will remain, forever young.
The poet’s tongue
Will into silence go.
While I (the weather)
Will forever
Remain
In wind, and snow,
And rain.
A Girl Gave Me Daffodils Today
A girl gave me daffodils today.
I said
“Thank you” (as I ought).
Some of them are, already, dead
Ivy On A Tree
Ivy on a tree
Reminded me
Of my grandfather’s home
And a bowl of green
on his gramophone.
The green
Is no longer seen.
This Cold, Sunny Day
This cold, sunny day
Will turn to rain.
I will stay,
For a time.
And rhyme,
While nature will remain
When An Owl
When an owl who’s name is Lou
Said, “TO-WIT, TO-WHOO”,
A vicar named Ted
Jumped out of bed
And made her a pot of stew!
—
When a lady by the name of Lou
Said, “TO-WIT, TO-WHOO”,
Her boyfriend John
Said, “you are so far gone.
I suggest you move to a zoo”!
A walk through Spa Woods
Earlier this afternoon I took a walk with my friend Shanelle through Spa Woods, which is situated some few minutes walk from my home. Prior to entering the woods, one comes across Tivoli Lodge, built in 1830 by Decimus Burton. Initially it served as the entrance lodge to Royal Beulah Spa and Pleasure Gardens, though the Spa has now been demolished.
Please see photos of our walk and the woods below:
Myself and Trigger outside of Tivoli Lodge.
Myself and Trigger outside of Tivoli Lodge, but with me smiling this time!
A close-up of one of the trees.
The trees along the path.
Close-up of a tree.
Myself and Trigger on the path.
Looking back, at the end of the path.
A number of my poems have been inspired by Spa Woods, including the below:
In the Woods Dark Heart
“In the wood’s dark heart,
The breeze,
Whispers in the trees,
Words that I cannot comprehend.
May God send
Me peace
And this breeze
Never cease.”
The above poem can be found in ‘The Writer’s Pen and other Poems’. You can get the audio book here for the UK and here for the US.
Audio-book cover for ‘The Writer’s Pen and other Poems’.
The Wind Laughs In A Tree
The wind laughs in a tree.
And as for me
I think on my poetry
In Autumn
In autumn leaves patter
Down.
The vane
Frown
And dye their hair
As though ‘twere
Not so.
But the wise know
That leaves must
Turn to dust
And life’s dream shatter.
The Evening Falls
The evening falls.
Bird calls
Gradually fade.
The woodland glade
Resounds to the owl’s cry.
I sigh
And read on.
Another day has gone.
And now tis poetry
And me.
(The birds of the day are, to my mind, very different from the owl. As day ends, the night bird resumes his throne, and the birds of the day are silent until the morrow).
K Morris - Poet 