Pausing on the bridge, river rippling beneath,

Sunshine dappled trees and birds singing,

Looking out to the fields, wet with rain, glistening,

Beling close to Nature, heart singing.

Sunshine white in a clear blue sky,

Crisp and fresh from a night of rain,

Raindrops spill from leaves and branches,

Butterflies dance in the Nettle patches.

A beautiful crisp, sunny day,

Ideal for exploring, along rivers, across fields,

Then, into the woods, on a path soft with fallen leaves,

Birds singing brightly in the trees.

Rain soaked, dying down,

Leaves fallen on an old bough,

An ancient tree, bright with moss, 

Nature's sponge, in effervescent green.

An old ancient tree, felled by a storm,

Crashed to the ground but life doesn't end there,

Roots deep, new shoots and bark decaying,

Food, nourishment and shelter for Nature's creatures.

White feather floating from a cloudy sky,

Down to the ground on an old leaf pile,

Caught by the sunshine, it shines like silk,

In neatly lined barbs, the colour of milk.

The perfection of Nature is such a joy,

Two perfect conkers in a spiky shell,

Patterned like wood with the shiniest coat,

Autumn is wonderful, a season of note.

Leaves scattered on a grassy bank,

Fallen, one by one, in gently spinning circles to the ground,

To settle in a colourful array of yellows, reds and browns,

Nature's fanfare, in patterns, pictures and the softest sounds.

Mushrooms tucked up at the foot of a trunk,

In a group, troop, cluster or pack,

A colony growing from a network of threads,

Mycelium roots and their fruiting heads.

Sunlight and shadows on green leafy ferns,

Bursting with life as the season turns,

Bright blue skies and all feels well,

Soaking up the last rays before the weather chills.

Sunshine and rain, a delicious mix of Nature's finest things,

Leaves fall to the ground, in an artwork of colour, profound,

As the natural world in a cycle of texture and sound,

Brings love and light to our world.

An apple feast for bugs and beetles,

For hungry birds and other creatures,

Never wasted, never not appreciated,

By wildlife who come here for the season's pickings.

A beautiful day, I do believe,

Sun shining brightly through the trees,

Blue sky framing the copper coloured leaves,

Take it all in, and breathe.

The joy of sunshine on a crisp November morning,

Dappled light through the trees, glorious,

A clear blue sky, magnificent, memorable,

As the last of the golden leaves dance, victorious.

A colour palette of leaves, from green,

To yellow, orange and russet brown,

A pleasing harmony of tones, Nature's own,

Leaning gracefully into the Winter months of cold.

Wild Hops in full bloom spill out over fences,

Lovely lobed leaves and cone shaped flowers,

A fresh citrusy scent that quite surprised me,

Foraged for a new Herbal Hop Tea recipe

Here come the wild hips, fruits in the making,

Star bursts in their fanfare of final moments,

Such beauty in flowers and seasonal seeds,

Thank you, Mother Nature, for gifts like these.

Nature's fruits are everywhere,

On the ground, in hedgerows and trees,

These tiny pine cones, miniature swirls,

Bring seeds and life, and pleasure to me.

Could Nature be more look at me and see,

Her delicious fruits now ripened on branch and tree,

Such as these stunning fruits of Snowberry,

Popped like Billy Busters, softner for skin, Nature's handcream.

Kaleidoscope of colour as the leaves start to turn,

From green to pretty pinks and reds and Autumn golds,

Painted on a backdrop of the bluest sunny sky,

Nature is a wonder, the profundity of life.

An old log soaked in rain,

Home to bright green moss and Turkey Tail,

Fungi fanned in shell-like shelves,

As pretty as a picture. 

Wild mushrooms on slender stems,

Grounded in the Earth, poised for the light,

So delicate and pale, a miracle of life,

Found on woodland floors through the cooler months.