Wednesday 19 October 2011

silver birch wood in autumn (Scotland)

crossing a metal bridge
over raging water
river tumbling
rocks in abundance

the way is muddy
slippery
music from the river
infiltrates the air
captivating my mind

skeletons of silver
some naked in totality
others clothed
in frippery
yellow fluttering

mist in the air
ethereal so magical
enchantment lingers
in droplets
clinging to twigs









14 comments:

Lady Mondegreen's Secret Garden said...

I can hear the water and smell the rocks.

Cuby said...

Lady M :Thanks for your comment.This was a totally magical place. I think it will be imprinted on my mind for quite some time to come.

John Going Gently said...

loved your "full moon" poem

Cuby said...

It was`so beautiful.

Anonymous said...

Silver birch is enchanting. Lovely poem. Thank you for finding my little blog today.

CherryPie said...

I can feel the touch of the trees.

Maria said...

Lovely...

Cuby said...

kathy:We don't have silver birch here in Cornwall maybe that is why they captivate my emotions.

Cuby said...

CherryPie: The bark is so special which in turn gives this type of tree an attractive appeal. Thanks.

Cuby said...

Maria: It certainly was so glad that came across in my poem. Thank you.

Welshcakes Limoncello said...

How lovely. I can picture it.

Cuby said...

Welshcakes ; I am so pleased you can it was a special place and a special moment.

Roy said...

Reading this, I was there, I could hear the water.

Cuby said...

Roy: Thanks - glad you could be there.