David Wood Poems
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 ...
The night sky doesn't change, just look up on a clear night
And you will see the same constellations drifting
Through time and space, unlike life here on Earth.
Life. Turbulent, troubled, tedious after adolescence,
Only to improve towards the end with a burst of radiance
Like a brilliant new supernova in a far-flung galaxy.
I remember, several decades ago, long school holiday's