The Natural World

Mama Duck panics Tiny ducklings to protect Hawks hover, hungry.

Hello there! It’s Spring! Be startled by my yellow! Loud. Proud. I am Gorse.

Still drinking sweet sap Survivors among the fallen Copper leaves flutter.

Glowing sun melts frost Glossy bullocks stroll for shade Gleaming river flows.

New shoots share a twig With dried berries wondering Why the birds left them.

Tiny furry buds Yell welcome! All is now new! Start hoping again.

Each handsbreadth of moss A garden in miniature Look closely. Feel it.

Daisy! How I love Your sunny simplicity I wish I had it!

How we fear your sting Yet you make nourishing feed For prettier plants.

Each golden leaf falls Color is melancholy Dark nights stretch and grasp.