nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The Oldest Posture of the Land
The shift begins in the air’s density: a faint thinning at the edges of warmth, the atmosphere recalibrating its balance of heat and loss. Light fractures differently across stone, and shadows migrate along new vectors. The world reorders itself by degrees, quiet and measurable and precise.
By Richard Patrick Gage2 months ago in Poets
The Dandelion in Concrete.
They say nothing soft survives here. Not in places where the world is loud with engines and footsteps, where laughter echoes off brick walls that forget kindness, where roots are meant to wither beneath gasoline summers and frostbitten winters. Yet somehow, in the smallest fracture of the pavement, I exist.
By Sarai Jakubczak2 months ago in Poets
