David Wood Poems
|441.||Sonnet 87: Ode To Spring||11/16/2013|
|445.||As The River Flows Along||6/4/2013|
|446.||To My Sweet Love||9/11/2013|
|448.||Ode To The Golden Daffodil||4/24/2013|
|450.||The Girl With The Pearl Earring||8/2/2013|
|452.||Of Golden Leaves||9/16/2013|
|456.||Sonnet 88: Trees||12/16/2013|
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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 ...
Autumn ushers in the golden blaze of leaf
When every tree delightfully looks their best,
And long shadows point with fingers brief
With the sun slung on a low horizon blest.
The pale days, now shorter as of late,
Mark the end of summer and the eve of winters fall.
Blackberries sprinkled in the hedge soon to make
A feast of a pie at the end of summer ball.