A Walk

Walking through a late Spring showing

I found myself in no rush

Strolling beside a casually carved, crooked creek bed

Buried behind blackberry bramble brush

 

A trail rambled off through undergrowth

Through tall stems of undisciplined foxglove

Their bells tinkled with each step I took

Seemingly sent from pages of a fairy book

 

In a grotto where Nature had treed

Mothers with noisy families to feed

A covering canopy offering cool shade

Had quietly settled over this forest’s fragile glade

 

A flutter of wings meaning I’d intruded

Were sent by parents on wing

Which afterward returned to their brood

Beaks filled with more morning food

 

Tho’ the river was now running drier

Shading alders continually grew higher

But blackberries decorating the casual creeks side

Leave any pathway to walk, denied

 

Deciduous leaves are now at their fullest

Eager chicks are now nearing flight

Too soon these pleasures of Spring

Will no longer be sights of delight

 

 

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

A very nice snapshot of a lovely natural moment here. Indeed, spring is fast giving way to summer.

[Dave Brown]

Thanks John
Always appreciate your visits