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
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


Lady Mondegreen's Secret Garden said...

I can hear the water and smell the rocks.

the cuby poet 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 Gray said...

loved your "full moon" poem

the cuby poet 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...


the cuby poet said...

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

the cuby poet said...

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

the cuby poet said...

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

Welshcakes Limoncello said...

How lovely. I can picture it.

the cuby poet 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.

the cuby poet said...

Roy: Thanks - glad you could be there.