nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Morning Song
It puts a smile on my face. The morning sunlight softly illuminates the rising red hill, shines through the clouds in a soft iron hue, beams through the window and warmly caresses my face--with it a brisk, sharp breeze. Birds liberatingly rise high into the sky, inquiring of me why I am not joining them, then swoop low across the landscape, drawing my attention across the unusually charming display of monotonous buildings before me. From them steam calmly flows into the air, dissipating as promptly as it appears, unconscious of its activity, simply obeying the laws it’s unknowingly bound to. Snow caps the peaks deep in the horizon, a sharp contrast to the fire-cast walls before me, speckled with the pine-green of triumphant life. Each breeze carries the whispers of the mountaintop, gently requesting my presence, beckoning me through winding canyons and woods, besides fresh running water and free wildlife. Yet it understands… not today. That’s ok, it reassures me. It allows me to redirect my attention to the delightful photo upon the wall, ensuring I have not forgotten my two greatest joys. One of them is laying beside me, pleasantly sprawled out across the carpet, eye closed in the morning bliss. What a simple life, I think to myself. What a complete life--unburdened by the chaos and hassle of survival, finding joy in each new, exciting moment. To him, every moment is a wonderful new experience to be had, his life an ever-changing horizon, despite the modest routine he knows. One could learn.
By Jared Clawson6 years ago in Poets
