nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Only the Flowers Know
The path wound tightly through the tapestry of fields, criss-crossing like stitches across the fabric of a quilt. Far in the distance and high above the fields was the horizon, a perfect twinkling blue line where sky met sea, a shimmering beckoning calling her on.
By Amy Balcomb7 years ago in Poets
Poems in Darkness
Bede's Bird "The present life of man, O king, seems to me, like to the swift flight of a sparrow through the room wherein you sit at supper in winter, with your commanders and ministers, and a good fire in the midst, whilst the storms of rain and snow prevail abroad; the sparrow, I say, flying in at one door, and immediately out at another, whilst he is within, is safe from the wintry storm; but after a short space of fair weather, he immediately vanishes out of your sight, into the dark winter from which he had emerged. So this life of man appears for a short space, but of what went before, or what is to follow, we are utterly ignorant. If, therefore, this new doctrine contains something more certain, it seems justly to deserve to be followed." Bede: Ecclesiastical History of the English People
By Kara Hughes7 years ago in Poets
