Tag Archives: the natural world

Oak

“Oh ancient oak tree
What do you see?”.
“Many a past century.
People toing and froing,
Their lives going …
The war memorial nearby,
And I
See thee
Pass by”.

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?

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.

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

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.

Under Nature’s Great Roof

Under nature’s great roof
I feel the truth
In wind and rain.

When I am gone
I shall be one
With wind and rain.

Autumn Thoughts

In autumn, I recollect
How I would collect
The Autumn’s fall.
From the forest’s floor.
How many more
Shall I recall?