nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Wyoming
The plains roll like the ocean here. Green, tan, brown in undulating patterns stretching farther than the horizon. Cattle dot black specs across public land; an occasional camel, elk, llama. A rancher’s mansion sits nestled into a hill twenty miles south of Cheyenne, where Wyoming meets the Colorado border, a twenty-foot high cross declaring it God’s Country. A buffalo sculpture juts into the sky not far beyond.
By Emily Miller8 years ago in Poets
Stone Angels
Stone Angels guard the gates of a beautiful garden. I walk down the path, past them. Do they watch me as I pass? Rain clouds start to appear and an old tree provides me with shelter. But what's this I see, past the roses? An ancient fountain dry of water.
By Roxi Riley8 years ago in Poets
