David Wood Poems
|442.||Ode To The Golden Daffodil||4/24/2013|
|444.||The Girl With The Pearl Earring||8/2/2013|
|446.||Of Golden Leaves||9/16/2013|
|450.||Sonnet 88: Trees||12/16/2013|
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 ...
Oh, what fair beauty to behold
Your colour so bright, so bold.
Rising in the early morn
Resting your head in the mid-day storm.
Even in meadows of the underworld power,
Persephone wandered to pick the flower.