A crow distant calls
Beckons to me
Through green walls
But little else stirs;
Perhaps the inner sea
On farther shores
Where dreamers doors
Stand open to the sky.
But here,
Amidst the swathe
Of verdant velvet
My heart rests calm
Unfettered for a while.
At last
A chance to breathe
To breathe in beauty
Bathe in serenity.
Feed upon time
Less ravenously.
And as the crow calls
Time crawls down these valleys
Glides wistfully
Through each wooded gulley
And happily lets me
Stand and gaze
With no one calling to me
But the plaintiff crow.
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Author:
Keith (
Offline) - Published: January 19th, 2022 06:46
- Comment from author about the poem: A break from my Spanish poems. I wrote this several years ago in the Lake District - in a deserted landscape - just me and the crow. Bliss.
- Category: Nature
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Comments3
Nicely written, beautiful imagery.
Thank you for dropping by and even more so for taking the time to comment - much appreciated, Draven.
The gentle flow in this nature poem draws such a picture that I felt I was there with you and the crow in that lonely valley - but I never gave a whisper to disturb your bathing in its serenity. A dreamy read Keith.
Many many thanks! Kind words indeed!
Those time alone with Nature are so wonderful Keith.
Andy
Indeed they are....vital
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