Walk
in late December.
thick
sticky mud is underfoot
deep dark puddles splash our boots
trees
unclothed limbs exposed
tripping
over knarled roots
solid
grey skies overhead
broken
branches cross the ground
dampness
in the air today
moss
covered trunks all around
one
crow cawing high above
this
raucous sound can slice the air
but
all is peace down in the wood
one lovely place too good to share
stop by a rope swing on the hill
hanging
from a king size tree
winter
bird song sparse so thin
ringing
clear while sounding free
this
winter walk can be such fun
through
air so cold with winter chill
Trethewey
wood with rushing stream
small mammals sleep then all is still
17 comments:
As always, your descriptions are so rich I feel like I'm there. And that means I need to put on a sweater and go dry my socks on the radiator.
I often wonder how the birds handle the cold of winter. Some of them are so small & the chill can be fierce.
This poem evoked a winter walk perfectly & I thought about birds in winter for quite a while.
Toby is coming along slowly but surely. He is resting comfortably. I am hopeful he did not injure a neck disc. Thank you for your kind words on my blog.
Ina in Alaska: I am glad you liked this poem I try so hard to find the correct words.
Mitch Block: I am so glad I took you on my walk.
I always feel like such a ditz with my constant reply of 'love'. I do love your poetry.
Nubian: Please don't feel a ditz. I love it that you love my poetry! Just keep on loving it there is nothing wrong with that! :)
Ah a fresh walk with you is always a picture in my mind. I have spent the last couple of days in family gatherings, talking about a future return, my niece wanting me to visit her in Truro! Happy New Year.
Lady M.: So glad you like my walks. A niece in Truro wanting you to visit next time I so agree..... roll on your next UK trip!
Claire, I can't remember what comment I made the first time. I do remember that I loved listening to that winter bird song. It rang through your poem sweeter and clearer than a winter bell.
(By the way, I just mentioned under the comments in my blog that if you link your name to your blog when you make comments there, sometimes other readers will click on your name and go visit your blog. Just wondered if you knew that...and that also makes it easier for me to come a'visiting.)
Happy New Year!
That sounds like a perfect walk :-)
upwoods: Thanks Kathy for all the information not sure I completely understand but I will investigate!!
Glad you could hear the varied birds singing in my poem.
CherryPie: It was a most enjoyable winter walk.
Enchanted Oak: Thank you.
It was the 'sticky mud' that captured me and drew me into that wood. I could feel the dampness and hear the birds. I could smell the cold, dead leaves underfoot. Then I felt really good when I got home,took my boots off and put my feet up.
Doris: It is a beautiful wood but the cup of tea on arriving home was pretty good too. Glad you were attracted to the sticky mud, pretty squelchy!!
I like this poem, too. Evokes the scene and atmosphere well.
Yvonne: Thanks for the comment.So glad you liked it.
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