Two days in the middle of April 2016 - Poetry Month

The following two poems are from my 'box of words', a packing box that's been with me since the mid-1990s. 

Fresh Breezes

lilies scent sweetly as

sun’s dust rays glide by

through a leaf-net canopy;

I perceive the sky.

the wind whistles blissfully through

clouds that dissipate while

robins sing overtures to angles of love;

I lie with a lover of rapture.

wine fills my senses to

lighten my head;

my eyes see a hero,

“no fighting”, you said;

cool breathes the forest of willow white daisies;

off on a wave of joy and deceptions I fall;

pillows of velvet moss cushion the blow;

for the lover of nature I knew

long ago.

© Catherine Woods 1980 - 1998

Words That Create Images, Do So Falsely

An indifferent sky

covers a forget-me-not forest.

Pantomine birds

nest in pentagon trees.

Slowly, not softly,

the hideous sun casts its shadow

over false grass

sprouting forth at rocks’ knees.

A vision of loveliness

oozing with loneliness

creates a substantial reward

for the mind.

© Catherine Woods 1980 - 1998