nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
the orchestra of the night
surrounded by fireflies making wakes in the night skies and honeysuckle hands stirring the silky threads of the cocoon. and i am here, turned inside where the light has returned. where the voice of our mother sits deep in her cross-legged way and calls me, again. strumming music from her limbs being played as a violin, and i am laying amongst the orchestra that is slowly finding her songs inside of the night: tucked away beneath the stars, in-between the facets of our own becoming, underneath the homelands who first held our life. and here, i listen as a soft hum begins to sound from above and i watch as the oceans fill the skies: waves rising into the wind and slowly laying unto the shores. her call echoes across the horizon and i see him coming from afar, from some place in the mouth of the sky; i call back and begin to sing.
By ray´ann celeste4 years ago in Poets
