An ongoing poem about an ecosystem near where my mother lives; I add stanzas each time I visit.
English: Sandlings walk The Sandlings walk as it passes through a gorse filled clearing in Rendlesham Forest. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
A flight of ringdoves
Welcomes us to the heath.
Blackbird sings solstice carol
To midwinter sun.
Gorse blooms golden
Above frisking dogs
On Rushmere Common.
Brambles climb over dry brown bracken,
Squirrel scampers through rotting leaves,
Mighty oak looms through the gloaming,
Moon rises behind interlaced branches
Bracken higher than a man
Adorned with ruby ladybirds,
Ravishing fragrance of honeysuckle
Mingles with wet vegetation,
Glossy bramble berries
Sweet and tart upon the tongue,
Bumblebee delves in purple heather bells,
August on Rushmere Common.