An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The memory I gift to you, is Dartmouth summer days, Walks down twisty roads and lanes, corn stalks and new mown hay. War number two is past us now, the wounds begin to heal.
By Bernice E Cabral5 years ago in Poets
LONG ISLAND SUMMERS I’d go back for just a moment, perhaps as long as one day and a night, enough, I think, to relish again
By CL Redding: 5 years ago in Poets
The warmth that fills the summer air, And the smell of trees, of earth, of soil, the breath of wind so gentle and fair, Are delights of nature that do not spoil.
By Silver 5 years ago in Poets
Hidden away since last Autumn's solstice summer comes forth with her days ripe and full A party prepared by a popular hostess,
The day was long, the sun, so hot, so bright She squints, she left her hat at home this time Soon the sun would release its vicious hold
By Heather Foster5 years ago in Poets
Lying on the soft blanket in the grass Enjoying a moment I wish could last Blue sky above me a soft gentle breeze Sunshine glistening through the leaves of trees
By Cheryl E Preston5 years ago in Poets
My father- he was a redwood. He was closer to the sun. Strong and tall, He towered over my childhood— shaped me. Showed me which way to point my leaves
By Katie L. Oswald (BookDragon)5 years ago in Poets
The morning dew after the rain. Simply seems to fire my heart. I am feeling alive again. As I pursue in my own art.
By Gena Adamson5 years ago in Poets
Leave the jersey with holes at the elbows, cast off the slippers, the blankets and crumbs. The ice cream truck plays the one song it knows.
By Selina Powell5 years ago in Poets
🐜ANT🐜 Any prepared palace. Remarkably ambivalent. Resilient spice, specs of insects, infest my home, in every location.
By Paul Beckett5 years ago in Poets
My welcome to summer, to you I write. How I love the way you chirp, hop and soar, Invading my mind day and through the night,
By prashant sapkota5 years ago in Poets
Summer walks, so long ago, shirtsleeves and sandals afoot. Wooden boats hired for to row, sun shines and no one cares a hoot.
By Peter Rose5 years ago in Poets
