A Nature's Path

(c) nature thoughts nw The clock was right at 10. It didn't falter at 11. It went steadily onwards past midnight 'til it got to 7. The frame stayed in place on the wall. Within poised plants unperplexed, positioned paced, assuming and at peace. Taking centre space, both frame and plants make the time go at a steady pace past nine towards the morning dawn, in time                                  for breakfast. (c) nature thoughts nw

             (c) nature thoughts nw I'm in Spring in January. Warm greens and flowers in the frost of mid winter,  reminds me of a cool climate that changes suddenly. Doesn't change to a day in Spring. The cool wind snaps like a branch on a cold day, icicles cascade over frozen puddles crunching beneath gripped soles. The sun shines as it does in Spring. The wind is present in the sharp Wintery air gliding through layers of clothing and sends cold signals throughout my entire being. (c) nature thoughts nw

(c) nature thoughts nw Christmas Past  Christmas was Mild. Winter's dawn. The day was Calm. As still as the Holly in ivy torn. This was the day Announced. That dinner was with cranberry sauce, specially made for  A family occasion Unannounced. When friends gather at noon On the day that came  Pre announced. Songs sung in voices joined Throughout the day Echoing laughter. More brussel sprouts Double servings. Into the evening Puddings as afters. Monopoly, next to jam roly poly. On a plate with custard or ice cream. Next to the Holly and the Ivy. (c) nature thoughts nw

Nature's Wildlife The fox gazes out into your inner vision. Foraging for it's mission. Glaring, staring beyond you, peering. Through you. Into a forest that heaves with life. Bustling. Hustling. Granting the bevy of birds, insects and wildlife a place to reside. (c) nature thoughts nw

(c) nature thoughts NW Hop scotch,  between the Autumn shapes  stretch in between winter's rage. The leaves,  shapes and leveraged against. Crops heaped, Before me I sway. (c) nature thoughts NW 

What springs to mind, are clear skies of blue, what wouldn't have sprung to mind, is an autumn of sunshine that reminds me, Spring turns to summer and glows, in hue. (c) nature thoughts nw

A quiver. The branch lines. Outlines in burnt wood silently. Poses amber Ochre. Oranges, lemon Lime. Shaded tones score the Sky. The tree models a pattern Outlined. Sombre, persimmon Rustles. Autumn slips by Unnoticeable. (c) nature thoughts nw A quiver. The branch lines. Outlines in burnt wood silently. Poses amber Ochre. Oranges, lemon Lime. Shaded tones score the Sky. The tree models a pattern Outlined. Sombre, persimmon Rustles. Autumn slios by Unnoticeable. (c) nature thoughts nw Shared publicly Add a comment... no plus ones no shares