Gently caressed by the breath of the breeze,
branches sway atop tall lofty trees. Restless leaves, to gnarled fingers, cling wondering what freshness the new day will bring.
Hopping about on long leafy arms,
fluttering feathers displaying delicate charms. Beautiful songbirds sing out their sweet melodies in the grand performance of nature’s sweet harmony.
Bushy tailed squirrels running wild and free,
clinging to the wrinkled flesh of ancient trees. Hole, nook and cranny in the bountiful bark filled with nuts for the winter, so cold and stark.
A bashful Barn Owl hoots out in surprise
at undergrowth disturbed beneath watchful eyes. Hidden horrors as predator and prey fulfil the will of nature’s hard ways.
The staccato hammering of beak upon bark
as a woodpecker keeps time in the woodlands’ heart. Adding to the rhythm of this wonder-filled scene in a solo performance on a stage seldom seen.
The woodlands are alive with wing and wonder
as the crowning canopy sighs and ponders upon days long past in the annals of time, with a mournful groan and a gentle sigh. Exclusive poems on *nature Pleasant thoughts on Beautiful Intuitive interpretation on Harmony
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ALL POEMS ©2015 DARREN SCANLON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. * Words and music have always played a major role in my life. A life without being able to enjoy music and express in words would be, for me, empty and cold.I have been writing since age 16, some 30+ years now but have only recently started publishing my works. Since doing so in Dec 2013, I have published 4 novels and 5 volumes of poetry, (available on Amazon.co.uk).My words are my life. If they touch you in any way, if you are able to take something from them, then my work has achieved its goal and I am a happy man.Welcome to my world. Darren.
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