Woodland Scene Poem by Wendy Webb

Inspired by ‘Woodland Stream' Alan Kingwell, Liskeard,1998 (Lynher Valley, Bodmin Moor) .

My friend, you send the sweetest winter scene
to thrill my eyes and fill my heart with joy.
Your words, though nothing special, nothing mean,
glow Paradise in golden light's alloy.

To thrill my eyes and fill my heart with joy:
the sun, as gleaming winter aconite,
glows Paradise in golden light's alloy,
lead-streaming in my garden's richest night.

The sun, as gleaming winter aconite,
where shadows landscape dense horizon's drift,
lead-streaming in my garden's richest night.
Still black and white glows warm with springtime lift.

Where shadows landscape dense horizon's drift,
steep banks of snow raise paintbrush bark-stroke twigs.
Still black and white glows warm with springtime lift
as if an Eden waits on ripened figs.

Steep banks of snow raise paintbrush bark-stroke twigs,
all leafless dark and light, no shades of green,
as if an Eden waits on ripened figs;
dear as spied woodland deer glimpsed hazy, keen.

All leafless dark and light, no shades of green,
your words - though nothing special, nothing mean -
dear as spied woodland deer glimpsed hazy, keen.
My friend, you send the sweetest winter scene.