The smell of violets in the dew, 
Wet leaves with sunlight shining through;
Rainbow stretched from oak to pine;
Robins on wet insects dine.
Squirrel is scolding, his nest is wet,
Little spring flowers a soaking did get;
Trees lifting their arms to the sky;
Spring breeze sings a lullaby.
The sun is setting, red-gold hue;
The pond is calm and darkest blue;
The woods are settling down to bed,
Daffodil nods her sleepy head.
Blue black night without a sound;
Night-owl keeps a watch around.
Forest fresh and animals free
May you thus forever be.
by Karen Nilson
(all rights reserved)
Wet leaves with sunlight shining through;
Rainbow stretched from oak to pine;
Robins on wet insects dine.
Squirrel is scolding, his nest is wet,
Little spring flowers a soaking did get;
Trees lifting their arms to the sky;
Spring breeze sings a lullaby.
The sun is setting, red-gold hue;
The pond is calm and darkest blue;
The woods are settling down to bed,
Daffodil nods her sleepy head.
Blue black night without a sound;
Night-owl keeps a watch around.
Forest fresh and animals free
May you thus forever be.
by Karen Nilson
(all rights reserved)
Hi Karen, it's Lynnette's mom...and I have been reading some of your poetry, and I really enjoyed it! You are very good. I like to write poems when they come to mind...I just feel like writing them down. But I don't do a lot of them. People keep telling me to write a book of poems...but I guess someday if I write enough of them I may consider making a book out of them to leave behind to my kids grandkids! (:>)
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