nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
What The Quiet Gives Voice To
When I say it is quiet, I mean I can hear everything. Wings on brackish water, becoming wings on salty air as the goldeneyes take flight. I can hear the tide slackening after it’s swift rising; swelling so much as to embrace the bottom-most branches of overhanging cedars. A tide that reaches to the sky to meet the Wolf Moon in her fullness. The shape of a V forms overhead and I hear Mary Oliver’s voice whispering the hushed words of her poem, Wild Geese.
By April Bencze4 years ago in Poets
