~ Woodlanders ~

~ Woodlanders ~

Behind this dense fog borne morn’
A new day is about to be born

A glint of light begins to rise
Stretched as a yawn across the skies

From green thicket peers a fawn
Caution as wether to move on

A flint of scarlet bird wing
The tanger in tree top begins to sing

The chipmunk scurries cross crisp fall leaves
A morsel to find, his hunger relieve

While squirrels scamper away from their nest
A nut foliaged for their breakfast

The buck with antlers high and proud
Struts to join the forest crowd

And all of delicate fluttering wing
Begin to rise as if from a dream

The fog finally dissipates
A woodland paradise in its wake.



Leave a comment

Filed under Nature Poetry, Poetry, Uncategorized

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s