David Wood Poems

Space is what's needed
To restore, revitalise.
Space for love to grow.
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Tall branches with fingers
Pointing menacingly skywards.
In the summer they point
Accusingly at the clear blue
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Autumn prepares the earth for the cold of winter
The warmth of the summer sun has gone
Now chill winds blow autumn leaves from trees
Making a patchwork quilt on woodland paths.
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When love is too difficult
It's easy to walk away in
A dark emotional cloud
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April 22, Earth Day, who cares?
Government's don't,
The politicians don't,
Big business don't,
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There he stood, never kissed a girl before
Not even made love, even with his eyes,
Now he stood guard in the trenches of war
While generals prepared their battlefield lies.
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The leaves of summer
Fall in their golden sunset
Their work completed
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First run of the year
In high wind and driving rain
A world of puddles
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Soft as a summer breeze
That meanders through tall trees.
Soft as that favourite comfy chair.
Running my fingers through your hair.
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I awake by dawns early light
And watch you sleeping beside me:
You smile in your sleep and your
Beauty shines through you.
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