Nature poems

You’ve heard maybe seen in the movies of the green screen. Where the actor can be anywhere any time in any world only limited by the imagination of the creator of the images superimposed behind. Now move your thinking to the world outside the world of green of leaves and grass. A green screen of nature of your own to have your own adventures be in your own world. To be the actor in your own story only limited by your imagination. So get outside and breathe and absorb yourself

Driving along low autumn sun through the windscreen making me squint and peer to see the road ahead. lined with golden trees as I drive through the maelstrom of blowing leaves some slapping the windscreen others whirling by. Pulling over I get out and peer up and down the road. No one coming empty and so I run laughing jumping spinning trying to catch as many wishes as I can. Still no traffic and pause stop still panting but this time waiting for the wishes to come to me. Wit

White horses gallop free manes of spray whisked away in the wind Wave upon wave of equine splendour speeding by mouths foaming fountains...

Puffs of pink. Rolling balls of cottonwool float in the distance, in the early morning sky; the sun not yet up. But its presence is felt...

As I sat yesterday  In a queue of cars  A woman caught my eye  Late fifties  At a guess.  Not a beauty  Not in bright clothes  Not...

Stars in the sky Black turns  to a deep blue  as dawn  peeps over the horizon.  The silence of the night  left behind  as the chorus...

Big droplets.  Falling almost lazily  from the pregnant clouds.  Imagine if you will,  that you can slow the flow.  Not lessen.  Not...

Rising on the thermals, wings fixed, yet ever moving.