The Natural World

River Tove

The River Tove

Poems of the seasons and the beauty we can find in the natural world around. Touching our lives and enriching the world we live in.

The poems on this page in the order given are:

The Spirit of the Spring
Eddies in the water
Autumn Arrival
Autumn Ending
Mid-winter Dawn
Rain on the Window

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The spirit of the spring

Tree blossum single

First blossom

The spirit of the spring, the crispness in the air.
The feeling of what’s to come, although the trees are bare.
Underneath their branches the crocuses start to grow.
Breaking through the surface, their tips begin to show.

The suns a little warmer, getting brighter every day.
With the grass a little greener, you know it’s here to stay.
The mornings are less dark; the evenings have more light.
The days are getting longer and it’s now less cold at night.

The blossoms will soon appear as the trees begin to wake.
The bees will start their buzzing, as the nectar they do take.
The hedgehogs start uncurling, waking from their sleep.
As underneath the bushes, more creatures start to creep.

The spring breeze arrives to chase the winter clouds away.
The air becoming fresher, the sky more blue than grey,
And with each days dawning, more birds begin to sing.
The joy that you are feeling, that’s the spirit of the spring.

 ©Jenny Maryl

Eddies in the water

GM Journey tomorrow
Eddies in the water, spinning all the way,
Eddies in the water, never here to stay,
Ripples spread around them, moving in their wake,
Active in a river, but fading in a lake.

Fishes swimming through them, insects there to eat,
Ducks journeying on them, beating with their feet,
Reeds swaying with them, waving to and fro,
Leaves twirling in them, bobbing in the flow.

 ©Jenny Maryl

Autumn arrival

Golden treesThe sun setting slowly, painting red across the sky,
Swallows now migrating, towards the south they fly.
Leaves start turning, shades of yellow, orange and red,
Landing softly upon the ground, a carpet for you to tread.

Morning dew descending, resting lightly upon the lawn,
Glistening in the sunrise, twinkling in the dawn.
Apples hanging on the bough, ripe and ready to eat,
Squirrels harvesting away the nuts for their winter treat.

The last of the summer flowers now giving a final show,
Before the releasing of their petals upon the wind to blow.
Red berries on the bushes, autumns harvest there to reap,
A gentle stillness upon the land, as nature goes to sleep.

 ©Jenny Maryl

Autumn ending

St lawrence treeAutumn ending, the trees are now bare,
Their swaying branches filtering the air.
Their discarded leaves swept into a heap,
And in sheltered corners, hedgehogs now sleep.

Frost stretches out its long cold hand,
A crisp white dawn now covers the land.
Around the edges of ponds a little ice now appears,
Growing wider each morning as winter nears.

The sun’s getting lazy, rising later each day,
Its autumn warmth makes the frost go away.
The earths now prepared for what winter will bring,
But under its soil, sleeps the fruits for the spring.

 ©Jenny Maryl

Mid-winter Dawn

Sun rise, Iona

Sun rise, Iona

Mid-winter dawn, a little forlorn,
No sun before eight can be seen.
Overnight rain, puddles remain,
But no frost or snow on the scene.

Darkness is long, no bird song,
Can be heard for many long hours.
But days lengthen, the sun strengthen,
And soon will come the spring flowers.

 ©Jenny Maryl

Rain On the Window

Rain on the window, a soft gentle sound,
Finding a space on the glass.
And out in the garden, rain reaches the ground,
Touching the tips of the grass.

The drop on the window goes seeking a friend,
Finding others out on the trail.
Then forming a group, they slowly descend,
Leaving behind them a watery tail.

The grass moves slightly as the rain softly lands,
And slides to the ground below.
Soaking into the earth, it touches the strands,
Of roots, so that grasses may grow.

Rain on the path come together to form,
A puddle like a miniature lake.
Large drops of rain now arrive with a storm,
Fast flowing streams they make.

The clouds past over and the rain moves away,
The sun reclaiming the skies.
A land now refreshed, the dirt washed away,
And the rain on the window dries.

 ©Jenny Maryl

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