The Natural world
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:
Mountain rainstorm
The Spirit of the Spring
Nature’s summer wonders
Eddies in the water
Autumn Arrival
Autumn Ending
Mid-winter Dawn
Through the Winter Branches
Rain on the Window
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Mountain Rainstorm
Water’s journey down a mountain side
In the mountains up high,
The rain falls from the sky,
Its water crashing down onto the ground.
In this stormy weather,
The rain comes together,
Between the rocks, new puddles are found.
These puddles spread and grow,
Their waters begin to flow,
Creating small streams that tumble and fall.
Flowing down the mountainside,
Over the rocks these streams ride,
Until a river is formed from them all.
Into the valley below,
The leaping river does flow,
As down from the mountain it descends.
Sparkling in the sunlight,
The waters clear and bright.
When it reaches the lake, its journey ends.
© Jenny Maryl
The spirit of the spring
Natures is waking up
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
Nature’s summer wonders
The delights of nature on a summers day
The sun rolls lazily across our summer sky,
The gardens are putting on their summer show.
Above them, the swifts and swallows are flying high,
While the butterflies dance upon the flowers below.
Roses burst open in colours of yellows, pinks and reds,
Their blooms sway gently from a passing summer breeze.
The Buddleias and the flowers in their flowerbeds,
Are surrendering their pollen to the passing bees.
In the woodlands, the animals are raising their young,
The trees providing the shelter and homes that they need.
Its canopy echoes to the songs the birds have sung,
Its spring blossom slowly changing to autumn seed.
© Jenny Maryl
Eddies in the water
The changes in a river
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
Nature is preparing for Autumn
The 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
Autumns work on nature is complete
Autumn 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
The shortest day in natures life-cycle
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
Through the Winter Branches
The clarity that winter brings to us
Through the winter branches flows the winter breeze,
Through the winter branches you can see beyond the trees.
Spring may have the blossom, in summer the trees are green,
Autumn many shades of red, but in winter the hills are seen.
Through the winter branches the sun comes to touch the ground,
Through the winter branches the wind carries every sound.
Spring may have the buds, in summer shadows fall below,
Autumn sways the leaves, but in winter the sky’s on show.
Through the winter months the sun travels low across the sky,
Through the winter months the moon and stars are seen up high.
The winter brings a freedom, a distance clarity for tired eyes,
The frost upon the branches as, on and off, the robin flies.
© Jenny Maryl
Rain On the Window
The story of a storm played out on your 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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