THE WOODS BY FIONA CUMMINGS

THE WOODS

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

The bluebells bowed

Birds sang loud

The stream trickled

The nettles prickled

The grasses tickled

The leaves came floating down

A frog danced and hopped on the ground

I smiled as he croaked

Children hid behind the oaks

Pretty dancing flowers in the breeze

Lesser Celandine perform ballet beneath my knees

Such a sunny sky from above

And the pretty foxglove

On a branch a dove

And rarely seen here   a Pheasant

Making this day so very pleasant

 The winter thrushes

Seek insects from the bushes

Two hares box

I was sure I saw a fox?

Old deciduous woods

Bring news so good

Goldcrests confirming in song

That they had lasted winter so long

I love the fresh fragrance

The wild flowers and plants

I shall visit here again

Just don’t know when

© Fiona Cummings