A Walk in the Woods
A walk in the woods, join me if you wish
as I stroll past fountains in the garden.
Down a sweeping lawn, through a kissing gate.
I turn to wait,
holding out my hand
for you to take,
as we enter into
cool serene green.
A carpet of bluebells,
the flowers crushed beneath our passing feet
release their fragrance,
beguiling and sweet.
The scent blends and lingers
with damp earth
fresh, youthful, floral.
A rustle in the undergrowth,
the scuttling of nature.
Birds overhead cry out,
chattering at the disturbance,
flitting around in abundance.
Their musical exuberance is
addictive.
Sunlight slants through the trees
shadows playing, changing.
A breeze whispers in otherwise limpid air,
lifting tendrils of hair,
cooling your skin.
For more seasonal poetry with a hint of gardening and nature you can buy the book. Poetry for gardeners to enjoy.
Debutantes and Daisies: A Bouquet of Poetry © Louisa Owen
