Snow Hawk
Snow Hawk, Sparrow Hawk, Chasing through the trees, Hunting mice, Racing moles, If only I could be...
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Snow Hawk, Sparrow Hawk, Chasing through the trees, Hunting mice, Racing moles, If only I could be...
The same shade of green As the pines standing tall Composes its stem So thin and frail Yet strong enough To carry the weight Of its world, the blossom.
#nightdwellers. The air smells pure. And full of life. The very atoms. Of it tinted with sweetness. The new buds on trees. Peeking out from the frost. Lit by the moonlight. Smell of fresh innocence.
There are butterflies called Monarch's, And I, delicately, have held one of these, Red deer in autumn rut, is a sight everybody should see, and I am privileged to have witnessed Sea turtles in...
Little home birds a-chirping In the cherry blossom tree Perhaps when I return again You'll sing that song again for me.
Dark oak trees, reaching to the sky with twisted hands, claw at the midnight clouds, all dressed in silver. Golden branches upward, the great oak touched the light of heaven.
The tree is bare, cold and lonely, Shivering, waiting for something. The one dark spot on all the lawn Is this tree, soon to be gone.
#acrostic #inspirational. (F)lourishing forests as far as. the eye can see. (I)n Finland the air is clean and. life is free. (N)ature is close and the land. provides food for most.
I've never felt a sheep's soft wool Or heard a wild cat yowl I've never tasted the clear water of a stream Or felt the squish of mud between my toes I've never felt the soft wind Form the tops of...
The sky changes, Clouds appear, The atmosphere tenses, An eerie feeling and fear, I walk through the forest, An alley way of trees, I walk with tentative steps, On a path made out of leaves, The...
Indigo sky starts to fade. The black grass turns to light jade. Pink wisps start to form As the world transforms. Little birdies start to peep Sneaky owls fall asleep.
A river, meandering lazily, wandering, wondering, Wishing it's life away on silly pebble stones, Delicately sucking dry, the muddy water, carving melancholy Into shards of angry sand, scenting...
Liquid ice falls from the sky Pounding the windows below. Powdered fluff covers some spots On a naked leaved willow. Shining raindrops leave some holes In the freshly fallen snow.
You start as a green stud. But grow, change is on it's way. You're outgoing with a bud, No, you won't be a bouquet. Purple majesty Delightful aroma Soft, silky petals, Yet you're in a coma.
Bright eyes in the night, A shining beacon ever so bright, Guiding me through the night. Tantalizing my every thought, So my words are nearly gone. Who's eyes could they be.
The icy cold air consumes my breath. It's sensation so refreshing to taste. Amazed. I stop and take a firm step. As snow falls graciously upon my blushed face. The journey to earth is meandering.
Bitter, icy wind swirled through the frozen wonderland. Glittering, crystal icicles hung like diamond spears from pearl white trees.
Three inch crunch Flumph of boots Footprint skid Slip, slide, slip, Crack under muffled footsteps Silent precipitation Melting drifts, Drip, drop, drip, Slow thaw, slush-smush Tyres spin-grip And...
A sky heaves as gentle kisses fall all around, it brushes over houses before settling on the ground.
You pick a bundle of daisies, Make a chain of them, if you will. Send them flying into the sky, Or place them upon a small hill. I reccommend the daisy chain. Each flower has a meaning there.
Fall to the ground You create utter silence The world stands still As you drop. Some people laugh With much ignorance I believe Yet most stand in awe As you change our lives.
#acorn that is so close to my heart with a bit of editing The sea is my lover Leaves from trees I use to cover The sun is my guide And the moon shines for me at night The clouds are my...
.Roots. Grow. Flourish. Nourished. New. Midlife. Scraped bark. Peeling. Withering. Shrivelling. Dying. Dead. Fallen..
#beginningline #nightdwellers. From behind the clouds. And out of sight. The moon appeared. And shone so bright. It glistened like. A thousand stars. Mesmerising. Creating awe. From behind the clouds.