The Forest's Eaves
Written in the Spring of 2010
Within the forest's quiet cool
Beneath the towering pines
The slow-emerging season, spring,
Begins to show its signs
In the sunlight and the shadows
Of the forest's gentle world
The brand-new sprouts push up and out
Of the seeds in which they'd curled.
Among the branches all around
The birds come home and sing
And everywhere the flutter is heard
Of air beneath their wings.
The air is sweet, the sun is warm,
The flowers open wide
The sky is blue, the insects hum
No longer do they hide.
And in the trees and in the air
And in the new green leaves
There is a sense of calm within
The deep green forest's eaves.
It's not quite fitting, as it's the middle of summer here, but I do like this poem - despite the fact that I wrote it a few years ago!