In Awe Of Nature Poem by John Rickell

I am in awe of nature love her as she me,
We are never far apart
woods and down the lane styles to lean,
gates tied with twine, hinges rusting, mossy green.
while Red Kites soar and pheasants hide.
Clouds shut out the sun until zephyr winds
sweep and skies are clear.
A whisper quite enough, if we would but listen.
Ask before you take the flower, do not crush the daisy
or the humble plantain, once the emblem of a king.
Rejoice with the dandelion then blow away the clock
cast away your watch time is nothing..
less when time stands still.
In the city park see how nature enters,
fills this man made space mixing with the gaudy pansy
daisies and humble plantain, reminding of creeking gates.
Swans now, in the lake; Red Kite waiting my return,
returning to my love, clouds and zephyr winds