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A Poem by OCeallaigh

Author: OCeallaigh
Created: February 07, 2012 at 06:08 pm
Upload Type: Poem, G (All)  
Category: Nature | General/Other | General/Other
Upload Stats: 5 Stars by 2 users with 2 comments and 158 views

These woods in winter  

Winter is here and I am thinking of spring
In these woods awaiting the first snow
Never knowing what this season will bring
Ever more swiftly they come and go
Cold wind upon my face, an icy sting
Branches creak and moan, an oakís murmuring
To a winding streamís sweet musical flow

Yearning for new green leaves and wildflowers
And a short cool night and long warm day
Sitting by this same stream for many hours
I have watch life spring from winterís decay
Few and far between, these sacred bowers
Abounding in spirits and mystical powers
Even in winterís cold gloomy grey

These woods in winter under cloudy skies
In the wind, dark pines bend and sway
Warm tears well up in my eyes
As I rise to continue on my way
Somewhere above me a hawk cries
Harassed by crows, away it flies
To a quieter restful roost without delay

Woods in the winter, better than none at all
Bare and grey, the oaks still standing proud
Thus inspired, I issue my own wild call
A happy howl, both long and loud
An ode to the oaks, majestic and tall
Never to be razed for another shopping mall
Or know the tread of a suburban crowd

© OCeallaigh - all rights reserved

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February 07, 2012
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Awesome nature poem. It captures a feeling foreign to me.

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February 07, 2012
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love nature poems, and how the poets take all the emotions and feeling and compose it into one beautiful poem, that is what you called classy!

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"Nature" is what we see -- by Emily Dickinson
"Nature" is what we see --
The Hill -- the Afternoon --
Squirrel -- Eclipse -- the Bumble bee --
Nay -- Nature is Heaven --
Nature is what we hear --
The Bobolink -- the Sea --
Thunder -- the Cricket --
Nay -- Nature is Harmony --
Nature is what we know --
Yet have no art to say --
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity.

 DemeraraLady replied on February 07, 2012

I suspect so

 OCeallaigh replied on February 10, 2012


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