National Pear Tree Day

Oh, no, sorry -- that should be National Poetry Day with this year's theme of Environment. See poems below! Meanwhile, you can see our little pear tree in Extras; this after three heavy branches snapped off. It's a selection from this photo, with colours turned negative, and textures played with, that produced my main blip for Abstract Thursday with thanks to host Ingeborg.

Poems for today ...

A New Environment

I thought I saw a fox at first
till its darts and turns and tiny tail said Deer.
Through fields we walked paths new to us.
You said, I like it here,
where sugar beets peep above the ground
and the massive sky is clear.

Berries for birds are rich and red,
predicting winter's freeze.
Leaves turn amber, beginning to drop
from hedgerows spiked with trees.
I like it, too, despite the fact
we're far from English seas.

© Celia Warren 2022


Environment

Says Bat, It's the dark and a ledge.
Bays Horse: Nay, a field and green hedge.
Sings Swallow, It's fresh air and sky.
Whispers Spider: My web and a fly!
Bubbles Fish, It's clean water to swim in.

Flea jumps in with It's fresh, fleshy women,
stout men, kids and dogs and fat cats,
hedgehogs, rabbits and succulent rats --
any mammal with blood -- just you name it.
Tick agrees, and sucks hard. Who can blame it?

© Celia Warren 2022