Life as a Poem
Rustling leaves tell of your presence:
Red admirals glides in your arms.
Trees put on their top hats,
Foxgloves spout.
Cabbage whites flutter, children play.
A bronze beetle scurries as a football lands.
Bumble bees skims a green sea
Artic poppies kiss like washing on a line.
Children playing under summer heat.
Cotton wool and Spindrift clouds.
Silver beeches sway like Niagara Falls.
Sparrows call, Hoverflies hover.
Nestling finches work:
In the shadows a cat glares.
A walker passes like wood smoke.
Lambs bleat with hunger.
A Robin perched:
Spouting oaks: Offering hope.
Friends no longer present:
That’s life.
In memory of Irene’s mother Ruth, who has quietly left this world
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I liked the walker passing like woodsmoke
I wrote this poem on a warm summer day, woodsmoke was drifting in the air
Lovely poem! You whipped it out pretty fast too.
Thank you Jolly, I wrote this poem earlier this summer during lock down, the draft was sitting in my computer. The poem seemed like a fitting tribute to my mother in law, who died a few days back
Touching tribute Michael, a lovely country scene.
Thank you Iain, I wrote this poem sitting in my garden, it was a beautiful day, with woodsmoke drifting in the air.
Lovely piece of work Michael.
Thank you Sandra, nature can be a great provider, I wrote this poem earlier this year, it seemed a fitting tribute to my mother in law, who loved the countryside.
As others have said, the poem is lovely.
Thank you Tannille
Lovely verses, Michael.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you Rochelle, stay safe. Mike H
“Arctic poppies kiss like washing on a line”–so many eloquent word pictures.
Thank you Linda, I really appreciated your feedback, thank you. Mike
Simply beautiful Michael and a lovely tribute.
Thank you so much Keith.
A lovely tribute to a mother-in-law you obviously loved.
It is so kind of you to say so, thank you Liz
Lovely pastoral poem, Michael. Ah, such a life it is you describe, part of nature.
Thank you so much, I really appreciate you taking the time to comment. Mike
‘A walker passes like woodsmoke’, ah, but don’t we all in the grand scheme.
Well done, and sending thoughts of sympathy.
Thank you for your lovely comments, they were appreciated. Mike
Lovely poem! Sounds idyllic.
Thank you drailman, it was a idyllic afternoon
Lovely poem and tribute to your mother-in-law, Michael.
It was kind of you to say so, thank you. Mike