Nature thread

I though it might be nice to have a thread that we can take into the summer and beyond, as the Spring thread will soon be redundant.

Please remember not to upload an image in the same post as words or it might break the thread - please add your words by replying to the image.

Thank you.

Yesterday  sent me down a rabbit hole when she mentioned this book on the 3 Good Things thread:

https://lithub.com/a-book-to-conjure-nature-when-we-need-it-most/

I then looked at this book:

www.thelostwords.org/.../

The reason for the book made me sad:

“When the most recent edition of the Oxford Junior Dictionary — widely used in schools around the world — was published, a sharp-eyed reader soon noticed that around forty common words concerning nature had been dropped. The words were no longer being used enough by children to merit their place in the dictionary. The list of these ‘lost words’ included acorn, adder, bluebell, dandelion, fern, heron, kingfisher, newt, otter, and willow. Among the words taking their place were attachment, blog, broadband, bullet-point, cut-and-paste, and voice-mail…."

Please add anything related to nature that interests you.

Thank you.

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  • a poem for autumn

    Whispering Leaves

    Like the prelude to a song

    Your dusty leaves cling high 

    Upon a branch long dead

    A dirge on empty staves

    Where Autumn plays the final notes

    Of its season song.

    And now through cankered bark

    And crackling limbs

    The wind runs chill

    Releasing in a flood its last salute

    Of golden tears.

    Where among a pile of drifting leaves

    Are memories found;

    The first pale leaves unfurled

    To face the world

    At dawn of a bright spring day

    Gathering strength to meet

    The brutish force of

    Cruel winter winds.

    And following on

    Like children of the night

    A tenderness of pallid blossom

    That clung to branch and trunk and stem.

    All is one in a timeless world

    Where season follows season

    In a pattern of decay.

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  • a poem for autumn

    Whispering Leaves

    Like the prelude to a song

    Your dusty leaves cling high 

    Upon a branch long dead

    A dirge on empty staves

    Where Autumn plays the final notes

    Of its season song.

    And now through cankered bark

    And crackling limbs

    The wind runs chill

    Releasing in a flood its last salute

    Of golden tears.

    Where among a pile of drifting leaves

    Are memories found;

    The first pale leaves unfurled

    To face the world

    At dawn of a bright spring day

    Gathering strength to meet

    The brutish force of

    Cruel winter winds.

    And following on

    Like children of the night

    A tenderness of pallid blossom

    That clung to branch and trunk and stem.

    All is one in a timeless world

    Where season follows season

    In a pattern of decay.

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