Under the Trees

by kim blades, writer

forest-glade-flickr-com

Under the trees fallen leaves

dance to please the wind

blowing through the grass

while the gold stillness

of the afternoon sun

warms the fields

with the scent of hay.

 

Under the trees

meandering streamlets flow

water cold and clear

over flat smooth stones

mottled grey as a pigeon’s breast

soft water streams

baths for the wood nymphs.

 

Under the trees

all nature seems at work

living freely and cohesively

languid Summer colourful Autumn

brittle Winter honeyed Spring

lulled by birdsong

sweetly  sung.

 

Under the trees

sit young girls dreaming

of true love’s pure flame

burning noble and bright

fuelled by our earthly origins

it reads and translates

the language of the heart.

 

Under the trees.

 

Photo by flickr.com

 

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3 Comments to “Under the Trees”

  1. Very enjoyable to read. Depth and texture.

  2. What an inspiring, wondrous write ❤

  3. Thank you for your positive feedback Eric and Colly.

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