nature poetry

An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.

Dew-laced Cobweb
dew-laced spiderweb my heart sings delirious— stunning pearl necklace. On my morning walk in foggy mornings, I come across dew-dropped spiderwebs, and it makes me so happy.
By Seema Patel37 minutes ago in Poets
Making of a Nature Steward
It was late summer— dry winds blowing. Chaparral shrubs caught fire, flames billowing, smoke filling the valley, the sky turning perilous.
By Seema Patel37 minutes ago in Poets
Sunday Morning
kept like a snow globe safe and warm as the snow falls under grandma’s quilt
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout an hour ago in Poets
As I Got Older
As I Got Older As I got older, the cold learned my name, it followed me through bare trees and shortened days, settled into my bones like it had always lived there,
By Marie381Uk about 5 hours ago in Poets
s t i l l
cocooned, i greet the gelid wind—there—met by light i'm shedding layers
By Kristen Balyeatabout 7 hours ago in Poets
Serene Glow
Glimmer in the frost Holding your hand calms the chill Breathes sun to my soul
By C. H. Richardabout 9 hours ago in Poets
s o l s t i c e
dark’s cold grip tightens dormancy feels eternal then the light returns
By Kristen Balyeatabout 9 hours ago in Poets
Unveiled
Broken open by storms passing through, soft inside like a weathered tree.
By Eden Rowabout 9 hours ago in Poets
Ice Age Boulders
precarious pose giant boulder tilted still, Ice Age reminder. During the Ice Ages, which was Pleistocene Epoch, massive glaciers covered Lassen Volcanic National Park, California. Glacial erratic is huge rock, left by ancient glaciers. Above is one.
By Seema Patelabout 12 hours ago in Poets
Mud Puddling Butterflies
not only nectar— butterflies mud-puddling there for mineral need. Yes, not only flower nectar, but butterflies sip minerals from the soil too.
By Seema Patelabout 12 hours ago in Poets
blending biomes
when I hold you close the tundra within me melts like a desert sun
By Daniel Kabout 12 hours ago in Poets
Silent fog
Candle flames move softly, and lights inside houses try hard to shine through the windows. The fog is very thick. Streetlights look weak,
By Nawaz Hassanabout 14 hours ago in Poets