SPRINGTIME IN THE WOOD

 

Though winter snow still lies

In the wood’s bluebells grow

Appearing like sapphire jewels

Through the thawing snow

NIGHTINGALE SONG

 

The powerful and beautiful song

Of the common nightingale

Has a songful rhythm and rhyme

And the small passerine bird

Whose voice belies its size

Has beauty that strikes a chord

FOOTSTEPS IN THE FROST

 

A beautiful winter’s morning

When mist conceals the sunrise,

And nestles between

The frosty shadows of the trees,

And footsteps crunch

Through the crystal patterns

Of the crisp hoar frost

NOCTURNAL

 

Nocturnal creatures scurry

And bats take flight

As the owl stands sentinel

Over a woodland night

WATERY WORLD

 

In a river, barely worthy of the name,

Where the gentle water trickles back

Towards a greater watery world,

Lives the humble little stickleback

IN A COUNTRY LANE

 

In a country lane

Where the noise of a highway

Is thought too fanciful

A wagon carries bales of hay

As the farmer heads home

At the end of the day

BENEATH THE GREY SKIES

 

Beneath the grey skies

In the crisp morning air

An overconfident fox

Chases after a march Hare