Poetry Corner: The Poets Verse Scrolls

 

        "Seasonal Ode to Father Oak "     

 

 

 Stand stiil old Father Oak, the wisest of them all

 Shed your leaves, as autumn now befalls 

 Bare not your soul, stand proud and tall  

 Bereft of leaves, as nature makes its seasonal call 

 The silent whisper of autumunal  gentle breeze

 Now wisps away, leaves golden brown, rust and yellow 

 Before the winters freeze will steal and mellow  

 You look barren now, branches shaped, blackened ,

  toward the sky,   naked but rooted strong

 Yet steadfast you stand,silently waiting for the mating call,

 of a bird in spring which now has dawned. 

 Your new life begins, with budding leaves, the first snowdrops,

 lift their weary heads, to snuggle amongst the primrose wild   

 Blue bells jingle, bow, prance in colours  of  hazy purple blue  

 Father oak still slumbers, awake!, for you have much to do

  Winters bitter, have lashed your very soul

 bereft of overcoat to shield you from Jack frost

 I see yo now! with leaves the brightest everseen

 Dressed finely in a coat of evergreen  

 Let your branches give  rest to singing birds 

 The kiss of summer now warms your soul and boughs

 Kissed by the gentle breeze, rain that trickles through whispering leaves

 From little acorns the the mighty oak tree grows  

 

 

     By Kit Heath