A poem newly minted

[cmcmck]

I have just joined this community via the ever delightful _dewline_

I'm a poet and photographer living in the very rural English county of Shopshire (over in the west close to the Welsh border).

This was inspired by the times in which we are living and a woodland walk taken in Wenlock's Wood on Wednesday just past to help in preserving sanity.

The word 'oakdapple' sprang to mind and this is where it took me.

A poem for these sad, distract'd times.


Nature still makes gushings of green 
and oakdapple falls on woodland ride.
The power that drives the flower flows
and fills  the fields with flourishing.

Nature gives birdshout  prodigally 
No social distance here but to say
'This space is mine and not yours.
This leafhome amidst the treefolk'

And we walk among the woodlight
Forgetting fogged fear and fatality.
This space always more kindly
Than nest sites of naked apefolk.


(C) Marianna 2020


The wood was ablaze with wild garlic in full  flower!



Photo posts on my own blog are open if anyone wishes to find them.

I'll look forward to seeing things here!


 

 

Canada geese and goslings

[jbanana]

There's a small lake near where I live. It's a good place to go for some lockdown exercise. The birds there are having babies. These Canada geese were shepherding their three goslings around, and they stopped near us to let them eat leaves from the bank.
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