An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Ages passed before friction edits the future... Odds of death decrease
By Lamar Wigginsa day ago in Poets
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 Patela day ago in Poets
It was late summer— dry winds blowing. Chaparral shrubs caught fire, flames billowing, smoke filling the valley, the sky turning perilous.
kept like a snow globe safe and warm as the snow falls under grandma’s quilt
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdena day ago in Poets
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 a day ago in Poets
cocooned, i greet the gelid wind—there—met by light i'm shedding layers
By Kristen Balyeata day ago in Poets
Glimmer in the frost Holding your hand calms the chill Breathes sun to my soul
By C. H. Richarda day ago in Poets
dark’s cold grip tightens dormancy feels eternal then the light returns
Broken open by storms passing through, soft inside like a weathered tree.
By Eden Row2 days ago in Poets
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 Patel2 days ago in Poets
not only nectar— butterflies mud-puddling there for mineral need. Yes, not only flower nectar, but butterflies sip minerals from the soil too.
when I hold you close the tundra within me melts like a desert sun
By Daniel K2 days ago in Poets
