Out in the deep wood, silence and darkness fall, down through the wet leaves comes the October mist; no sound, but only a blackbird scolding, making the mist and darkness listen. Alcaic by Peter Levi A brief return to my Monday Verse posts, with this lovely little autumn poem by Peter Levi. For those who may … More monday verse: alcaic
It is a formal and deserted garden With many a flower bed and winding path. A cupid stands and draws a bow at venture Upon a marble bath. All around his feet the eager ivy grows, Stretches upon the stone, above the ground, And in the ivy flowers the busy bee Makes a melodious sound. … More monday verse: out of time
Soft corrugations in the boortree’s trunk, Its green young shoots, its rods like freckled solder: It was our bower as children, a greenish, dank And snapping memory as I get older. And elderberry I have learned to call it. I love its blooms like saucers brimmed with meal, Its berries a swart caviar of shot, … More monday verse: elderflower
May come up with fiddle bows, May come up with blossom, May come up the same again, The same again but different. from Nuts in May by Louis MacNeice The blossom on our fruit trees this year has been the best since we planted them. We’ve had flowers for the first time on our pear, … More monday verse: nuts in may
The cherry trees bend over and are shedding, On the road where all that passed are dead, Their petals, strewing the grass as for a wedding This early May morn when there is none to wed. The Cherry Trees by Edward Thomas I love it when blossom is blown from trees, and swirls through the … More monday verse: the cherry trees
From the first to the second Warily, from the tip to the palm Third leaf (the blackthorn done) From the fourth to the fifth and (Latrix, Castanea, Fraxinus, Tilja) Thaw taps, groping in stumps, frost like an adder easing away The sixth to the seventh (plums conceive a knobbly stone within a blossom) Ushers the … More monday verse: a wood coming into leaf
The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift, The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, And the hoof-prints vanish away. The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee, Expend their bloom in vain. Come over the hills and far with me, And be my love in the rain. from A … More weekly photo challenge: half-light (a line-storm song)
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide. From Loveliest of trees, the cherry now (A Shropshire Lad) by A E Housman
O the opal and the sapphire of that wandering western sea, And the woman riding high above with bright hair flapping free – The woman whom I loved so, and who loyally loved me. The pale mews plained below us, and the waves seemed far away In a nether sky, engrossed in saying their ceaseless … More monday verse: six poets Hardy to Larkin
A simple passage of weak notes Is all the winter bird dare try The bugle moon by daylight floats So glassy white about the sky, So like a berg of hyaline, And pencilled blue so daintily, I never saw her so divine But through black branches, rarely drest In scarves of silky shot and shine. … More monday verse: winter
