Classicmister

A Woodland Walk

The springtime air beckons

Urging thoughts of a morning stroll

Escape the cheerless confines of indoors

To sense again that world that lives beyond  

Time to refresh the mind and fuel new thoughts

That stimulate with clearer head life’s future plans

Pull on walking boots and grab a stick

Pull closed the door that isolates the outer world

Stride forth to freedom and relief

Now passing the gardens and driveways

Of suburban houses

Cars littering the roadside edge

Heading for the laurel-lined pathway

That leads towards that magic woodland

Planted centuries ago

Profuse with ancient oaks and beeches

Still skeletal in March for lack of leaf

Toppled and decomposing  trunks

Lie strewn here and there

Victims of that long ago October storm

That ravaged England’s woods

But now a welcome habitat for micro life

That feeds the woodland birds

See multi-coloured Primrose peeping through

Emerging shoots of other springtime flowers

That promise a carpet of  more springtime growth

Sadly with all too short a span

An unleashed dog bounds up

Jumping high with trusting gleeful greeting

But soon obeys his master’s scolding call

In lofty oaks the squirrel leaps  

From bough to bough with frantic pace

Sure–footed and devoid of fear for height or fall

A watery sun breaks through the sombre clouds

Transforming muted hues to lustre and to hope

And so refreshed now time to homeward trek

And leave the woodland for another day

When the season’s progress will offer more delight

To cleanse the mind and kindle hope

 

Comments4

  • orchidee

    Good write CM.

  • JonathanB

    A very enjoyable read

    • Classicmister

      Thank you JonathanB - Glad you enjoyed it

    • Fay Slimm.

      Such a powerful final line in this well-worded and very poetic reason for a welcome woodland walk my friend. Thank you for sharing it.

      • Classicmister

        Dear Fay -Many thanks for taking the trouble to respond to poem - Happily this woodland is just a short walk away from where we live and has become a frequent haunt in these lockdown times!
        keepsafe.
        John

      • Goldfinch60

        Wonderful words Classicmister, they took me to a place where I am often found, walking with nature is so wonderful.

        Andy

        • Classicmister

          Andy - Many thanks for your kind comment. I'm glad that you too partake woodland walks. Wen are lucky to have woodland on our doorstep albeit in suburbanised South London!
          Go well
          John



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