Comments about David Wood
Bluebells carpet the woodland floor
Packed so tightly that insects tip-toe
Softly and quietly between them.
Their beauty unlocks a woodland door
With such colour of delicate blue,
And a fragrance that is heaven sent.
They droop their heads in the spring rain,
With their beauty making all things new.
Their magic weaves a pleasant spell
A sea of blue that meanders in the breeze
And floats delicately over the forest floor,
Their fragrance creates a delicate smell.
Nature now has all its beauty brought
To the fore before summer casts its ...
A Rainy Woodland Morning
The morning lasted all day
Rain dripped off the backs
Of jet-black ravens
Perched in the branches
Of tired ancient larch.
They looked angrily,
At magpies foraging
Through lonely sentinel bins.
Who didn’t care about rain,
Only about thieving ravens.