Nature framed

(c) nature thoughts nw

The clock was right at
10. It didn’t falter at 11.
It went steadily onwards
past midnight ’til it got to 7.

The frame stayed in place
on the wall. Within poised
plants unperplexed, positioned
paced, assuming and at peace.

Taking centre space, both frame
and plants make the time
go at a steady pace past nine
towards the morning dawn, in time
for breakfast.

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Nature’s Wildlife

Nature’s Wildlife

The fox gazes
out into your inner
vision. Foraging for
it’s mission. Glaring,
staring beyond you,
peering. Through you.
Into a forest that
heaves with life.
Bustling. Hustling.
Granting the bevy of
birds, insects and wildlife
a place to reside.

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Photos via The Wildlife Trust:

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A quiver. The branch
lines. Outlines in burnt wood
silently. Poses amber
Ochre. Oranges, lemon
Lime. Shaded tones score the
Sky. The tree models a pattern
Outlined. Sombre, persimmon
Rustles. Autumn slips by
Unnoticeable.

(c) nature thoughts nw

A quiver. The branch
lines. Outlines in burnt wood
silently. Poses amber
Ochre. Oranges, lemon
Lime. Shaded tones score the
Sky. The tree models a pattern
Outlined. Sombre, persimmon
Rustles. Autumn slios by
Unnoticeable.

(c) nature thoughts nw

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    Autumnal Morning


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    Autumnal Morning

    I sat one morning listening to the singing of birds the other day,
    they sang in the distance, a song I knew very well,
    but the words escape me as I sat attentively listening,
    to them chirping to a tune they knew only too well.
    The song of searching for a time when they could sing
    together about the countries they’ve seen, about the food
    they’ve tasted.  It didn’t matter where it was, as long as it was
    a place where the season didn’t change to cold.

    They sang a song of longing and they sang and they sang.
    I didn’t know of what but they knew and they sang.
    Was it of melancholy or was it of countries they wanted to go to?
    Again I didn’t know the answer, only they knew and they sang
    a song they had sung a million times over of places they’d travelled to
    and of those they hoped to see.  It didn’t matter where they went,
    it didn’t seem to stir them, for they sang and they sang on this mild
                                                    autumnal morning.

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