Morning light breaks to birdsong awake
Beetles seek shelter, ‘neath stones club together
Snails leave slow trails to hide in the shade
Far busier bees, choice flowers do tease
As squirrels hightail on the fences they scale
A basking puss purrs, having best of all worlds
The urban fox trots for forests forgot
Butterflies dance, a painted mute waltz
Grey skies grow dim with a fluttering wind
The drizzle it brings, glazing all things
Spiders weave tales you can read in the rain
Enchanting the eye, as one can divine
Comments
Denzella | June 28, 2012 - 20:32
Hello Blessing,
This is a nice poem and I really like the title...the poem too, of course.
This is just the sort of poem I like to read but cannot write like it myself. Although I do also love a good rhyming scheme.
Anyway, much enjoyed'
Moya
Blessing | June 28, 2012 - 23:24
Dear Moya, I find I have to be in the mood to write a nature poem otherwise I simply have to read those others write especially if something profound is going on with me. Appreciate your endorsement.