Satisfaction          

Through windows,  I’ve watched the changing season,
The persistent shift of shapes and colours,
Until I’m enticed into the garden,
Where I’m ambushed by rampageous brambles,
And underfoot soil sinks as I amble.
The tree stump by the gate slowly decays,
Colonised by fungi, ants and beetles;
Overhanging birches obstruct my way
Through a forest of enormous nettles
And a labyrinth of crumbling mole hills,
Past wasp-studded plums and rotting apples.
Back inside, I survey my dominion,
Radiating warmth and satisfaction.

© Kim M. Russell, 2016

My response to imaginary garden with real toads The Tuesday Platform

Marian has shared a superb poem, ‘Autumn Movement’ by Carl Sandburg to inspire us to share our poetry, old or new.

13 thoughts on “Satisfaction          ”

  5. A sensual poem of nature that put me into the forest — which happens to be the location of a chapter I’m now writing for my novel (well, re-writing actually, you know how it goes!) — so your poem helps me get into that mood/mode. And I love that you ended with the warmth. 🙂 Thanks for sharing, Kim!

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