The twig underfoot cracks with a
feeling of wakefulness in its breaking,
making movements in our hearts.
The rustle of leaves above reminiscent
of fresh sheets pulled above sleepy heads,
in the afternoon’s freshness.
The babble of the brook like the pouring
of champagne before outpourings of love,
which leaves us breathless.
Your laughter as I tickle your skin
with a buttercup made for tenderness within,
which leaves you speechless.
The squirrel which gathers some nuts
and scurries away to keep them for another day
making us want to hideaway,
leaving us senseless.
The tall grass which in gentle winds bend
and dance so closely as they sway
making us yearn to move that way.
I look in your eyes that say.
A walk in the woods,
it’s such a very nice way to discover and play.
And; are we alone here?
it makes one walk....the woods with you.nice..............poetry!
One of my favourite places described with such elegance and grace... 'We are all servants of this great divide between divine beauty and earthly creations. Our poetry is a gesture to bridge the gap'...
Are you alone here, well maybe in your own feild, this is a wonderful piece again by you David 'Your laughter as I tickle your skin with a buttercup made for tenderness within, ' Soft, gentle writing well formed Love duncan X
I love the woods...there's always so much to discover... Hugs, dee
Lovely imagery in here..........liked the babbling brook comparison to champagne [very unique description and captivating] also the mention of buttercups, remembering as a child being told that you were to hold it under your chin and make a wish....such fun back then....Nice poem for a rainy, snowy few days ahead of us here, so cold too....marci. :)
I can almost smell the pine needles on the trees and hear the crunching under foot - thank you Clair
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful piece, the imagery takes the reader on the walk.