nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
False Winter. Content Warning.
deep-winter silence covers the real storm in me and I blame the snow All winter I let the season answer for me. Too dark, too far, roads a mess, easier than saying I couldn’t get myself off the couch. Friends believed the snowstorms; I almost did, too. Now the banks are shrinking and the excuses with them. I’m still slow, still carrying that heavy, invisible coat, but when I drag one bag of garbage to the curb and come back in, there’s melt on the mat and a thin strip of light under the door that wasn’t there before.
By Richard Patrick Gage2 months ago in Poets
