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:
I can hear the water and smell the rocks.
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.
loved your "full moon" poem
It was`so beautiful.
Silver birch is enchanting. Lovely poem. Thank you for finding my little blog today.
I can feel the touch of the trees.
Lovely...
kathy:We don't have silver birch here in Cornwall maybe that is why they captivate my emotions.
CherryPie: The bark is so special which in turn gives this type of tree an attractive appeal. Thanks.
Maria: It certainly was so glad that came across in my poem. Thank you.
How lovely. I can picture it.
Welshcakes ; I am so pleased you can it was a special place and a special moment.
Reading this, I was there, I could hear the water.
Roy: Thanks - glad you could be there.
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