The howling wind it's wrath be seen,
It ravishes the trees so green,
The birds search aimlessly to land,
Bewildered settling where they can,
For nature is it's own true force,
Each day is different through weathers course,
There's nothing we can say or do,
But sit it out to see it through,
And as the rain hits window pane,
I long for bright and sun filled days,
Where I can lie upon a beach,
Those stormy days then out of reach.
Jayne Louise Davies
Thank you so much everyone for your kind comments x
Jayne is an ardent singer of Nature Songs! Her voice enters our hearts directly. This poem no exception
Bring on summer...tennis, cycling, pickleball and patios. What more can one ask for? Jayne, your poem has me so psyched! Thank You!
jayne wonderful and you read my mind
A beautiful poem. My favorite lines, 'Where I can lie upon a beach/Those stormy days then out of reach. Top score dear poetess!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Such a beautiful write. Nice flow and rhyming. Enjoyed.