An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The light has opened the sphere of what experience cant name or recall this new from every day being the arrival of nothing but a home.
By Lightness5 years ago in Poets
See a tear in the sky A tear. A cry. A ripple in the waters, a droplet passing by Convince me what the difference is. Assure me everything's alright.
By M R Herring5 years ago in Poets
While traipsing on the dunes by the beach, sea air leaving salty kisses on my skin, I saw a sunflower growing straight out of the sand.
By R.C. Taylor5 years ago in Poets
I want to be what they are — want to listen with their ears, to sleep in their dens of superb sensitivity. I’ve read that wolves can hear a leaf falling
By Lori Lamothe5 years ago in Poets
This morning the birds on wires are writing power ballads. As they scatter across the blue each one adds a note to the symphony of clouds and sky.
The beach has its own tide of chairs and towels and coolers, radios, sunglasses, umbrellas, cell phones, paperback novels,
Villa (Vily)-The Nymphs Vila, the Numphs, Veles to the Greeks. Slavic legend’s blonde, beautiful, supernatural beings. Procopius-historian, narrated their root.
By Paul Beckett5 years ago in Poets
ordinary & smaller---lazily undulating, waves are fickle but today, along with the sun, providing the balmy film golden age hazy stage,
By Barb Snodgrass5 years ago in Poets
School started after Labor day each year. Sixteen calendar days away from Fall. Leaves turned red, orange, brown and disappeared.
By Babs Iverson5 years ago in Poets
Mottled thoughts speckled before the eye, azure radiance fades to cool sea stone horizon. Each cloud another whim dreamt upon the day; a thought or reflection from a bygone era in life washed away by winds of trivial cares or needs.
By C.S. Meigs5 years ago in Poets
The sun bowed and lay a kiss, On the meadows that brought bliss. Walking softly through the velvet grass, We saw that nothing was as beautiful,
By Maisara Syed5 years ago in Poets
Through the silver veil of snow, I saw the stately trees With boughs burdened by the glow Of moonbeams dancing in the breeze.
By Ken Evers5 years ago in Poets
