A summer rain falls.
And birds sing.
The earth smells fresh.
But I recall
I have bills to pay.
Yet returning home
To my working day
I carry birdsong
And the rich earth
In my heart.
Nature’s art
Feeds my poetry.
Yet she
Outshines all poetry.
The rain calls to me
To leave my technology.
It says, “you must go
To your hospital window”.
So I obey it’s command
And go and stand
Where the scent and sound
Of rain is profound
And I am whole again.
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
I am alive and thrive.
While the wind
Like a living thing
Gusts. Blowing leaves and dust.
I duck as I go
For the wind has bent a bough low
And toppled a street sign.
A winter breeze makes random patterns with leaves.
The wind has no time
For our certainties and lines.
The rain has come.
Some wait for the sun.
I wonder about thunder
And think on the tree
Outside my window.
In all probability
It will outlast me.
Though storm may bring it low
Ere I go
To become as one with sun
And life-giving rain.
December has become January.
Alas last summer’s grass
Is a quagmire.
We all desire
The spring to come
But the grass
On which I stood
Remains as mud.
In this temple, open to the air,
I feel you everywhere.
These Doric Columns speak of our yesterday.
But you will stay
When I and they
Are but clay.
These ancient Yew
And Redwood trees
Have heard wind sing
Over long centuries.
But your cold blast
Will outlast the Yew.
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This poem stems from a visit to the temple of Aeolus in Kew Gardens with my friend Brian on 29 September 2023. You can find out a little about the temple here, https://www.kew.org/kew-gardens/whats-in-the-gardens/woodland-garden-and-temple-of-aeolus.
Below is a slight rewrite of my poem “There is Still Snow:
There is still snow
And ice
In the churchyard nearby.
But below
There are no sighs
As vice
And virtue lie
Under December skies.
You can find the original version here https://kmorrispoet.com/2022/12/17/there-is-still-snow/
It rained last night.
The wet trees brushed
Against my thirsting flesh.
The delight
Of parched park refreshed
By rain.
K Morris - Poet 