nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Don't Stand
Seated in the bow of the red canoe, it glides silently along beside floating cormorants. We slip beneath the overhang of lush, emerald-green leaves clinging tightly to the tree branches that tug at my hair, while worries clutch my mind. Maryland feels like uncharted territory to me - what could be hidden in the green fingers brushing through my hair? Ticks or black widow spiders? Are water snakes lurking in the murky, slow-moving current?
By Andrea Corwin 5 months ago in Poets
Let there be light
There’s purpose in your light. From the beginning, you were spoken into place. To divide and provide season, and change. There is purpose in your name, “ Lesser light” to bridge the dark from the dawn, to hold the rhythm of song, to create time where silence stretched endless. For the night had no kindness until you came, quiet and soothing.
By Natasha Collazo5 months ago in Poets
