Here is one of my first poems on nature.
the imagery came from a view I had while travelling by car through a forested mountain pass. It was enveloped by a mist of rain. What we call in Ireland – “a soft day”. It just captured on of those beautiful moments when you connect with nature and realise that we are a part not apart from nature.
A cold winter’s morning
on a cold winter’s morning so pale and so bright
a canvas of muted colours in soft morning light
images and outlines in shades of pastel
imagined or real , difficult to tell
half light and shadow deceive and play
tricks on our senses, at this time of day
the winter sun, so faint and so pale
slanting sunlight peering through the thin veil
tendrils of cloud like torn banners unfurled
casting long shadows from another world
like demented demons, dancing around
the sparkle of starlight on the glistening ground
as dew on the grass captures the sun’s light
on a cold winter’s morning, so pale and so bright
c/Denis Murphy 02 November 2015.