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Spring is emerging

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With the beginning of spring and change in seasons; I’ve chosen to base my poem this week, on the green man. In folklore the green man represents Spring and the start of new life.

The oak tree particularly, is important because it can live for 1000 years. During an oak’s lifetime and even after it has died an oak tree supports many natural species.  These can range from insects, squirrels, badgers, deer, caterpillars, stage beetles and fungi. The branches and hollows of the tree are used by birds to build their nests. Now, take a deep breath and picture yourself walking in a woodland glade.

The Old Oak Tree

Amongst a sea of green

Lichen, moss and oak leaves

Sprout from my face

 I’m the green man

Of pagan legend

Living in the trees

🌳🌳🌳

My gnarled weather beaten face

Watches over squirrels

Foraging the forest floor

A herd of deer feast on acorns

Almost invisible silently moving

Under the Oak, in the Wood

🌳 🌳 🌳

My presence is felt

By all who

Pass this way

I keep watch over

The constantly changing

Cycle of Life

Poem by Nick

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#Autumn approaches

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It’s that time of year again when it starts to get cooler, after the baking summer sun. The days grow shorter and leaves on the trees are just starting to change colour. 

I’ve written a poem inspired by the changing landscape called Autumn Chill.

🍂 Autumn Chill 🍂

 

Light picks out the gentle rippling on a lake

Clouds hang heavily in the sky above

 

Their grey shadows dance clumsily on the water

revealing a light mist in the distance

 

Splinters of brilliant light highlight treetops

Golden hues glinting their changing colours

 

The air feels cool and fresh

Still a brief hint of summer lingers

 

Subtle leaf tones of red, purple, orange and green

Jump towards me from a transforming bush

 

The weakening sunlight is fading now

Autumn splendour slowly unfolding 

Poem by Nick

If you enjoyed reading this poem, take a look at my other poems and short stories. I’ve recently included a menu header with them all in one section entitled Poetry and Writing.