Category: nature poems

concerning nature and how we experience it

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A Way to Conquer

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Today in the park I saw many flowers
Of many cheerful colours,
The dandelion being the brightest.
And summer snow was in the air
Floating around me, the tiny parachutes.
I picked one flower, took it up and
Blew at the little sphere.
And off they went, the travellers.
Some sticking together,
Sinking to the ground in a cluster.
Some tumbling, some rising, some lost in the grass.
Some stuck in the hedge, some landed in a tree.
The last two I saw flying upwards,
Slowly but constantly climbing,
Over the hedge and over the trees I saw them
Separate but side by side,
Then only a dot in the distance
Floating towards the sun,
And finally dissolving in the light.

© jsmorgane (May 2011)

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The Dry Well

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During the searing heat of day
A cheerful brook had told me many things,
For which to seek I left
The shelter of the cool and silent house.
Beyond, I found a bridge
Fallen into disrepair.
A sorry sight, this state of sure neglect.

So without hesitation
I crossed the bridge with steady step,
Returning to it some of its former dignity.
On the other side an orchard lay,
With apple trees, and further still
Uncounted waves of fields rolled
Far into the distance.

Bending under burdened trees,
I found my way, dappled with light,
To the very heart of the blooming garden
And there I saw a well, run dry:
A sigh of sleeping air,
When I tried the pump.

I took the cracked crock,
Half-hidden in the grass,
And in the dimming light
I ran for water from the brook.
Spilling most along my hopeful path,
I poured what little water there was left
Into the dry well’s thirsting trough.

But from the mouth no water came.
Instead, a many dozen fireflies
Flew from the dry well’s spout,
And danced around my head
Like a crown of living fire.

© jsmorgane (July 2010)