nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Chiaroscuro
there's an orange sunset seeping into the horizon. a horizon you see every day. lined with sycamores, with weeping willows, with sturdy oaks and fraying shrubs. squirrels scold. goldfinches trill. a snake flits past your feet. it's black, sides striped highway yellow, eyes wide and puppy-like. too fast to see in any detail: a blur of lines. a flock of raucous white-specked starlings has taken roost in the oak that hangs over your roof, and show no signs of moving on.
By Felecia Burgett8 years ago in Poets
Wilting
I look at the house of my childhood and forget about the magic that was once here. All I see is the broken stairs, the ivy that has been there since my childhood that had taken over the side of the house starting to die and break away. I close my eyes and remember the glory days. I remember when this house was gigantic, when the hallways and the stairwells seemed to take forever to get through. I remember the soft carpet under my new feet, the sound of our feet pattering up the stairs. I remember mother calling up the stairs, irritated by the ruckus, but she told us to come down stairs for our snack at three o’clock. My life was a new green, just sprouting, hardly getting anywhere.
By Maddie Cale8 years ago in Poets
Early Morning Woods and What They Carry
Through the woods, I see more than before, as if the woods have become thinner, like a middle aged man's hair. As a child, these woods were always thicker, harder to see through, leaving the question of what was really in there. But now, I see the mushy swampland and the spewn trash all over it. It's sad how some things deteriorate. Is it because of man? I ponder.
By Justina Ann8 years ago in Poets
