An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
natures blanket covers you in a pallet of autumn gentle rain tapping on crisp leaves soften the earth around you - in awe I stand by your side
By Amashira3 months ago in Poets
Crisp leaves crackle underfoot, breaking the silence of dawn. Another day slipping past the hunter's wrath, and another battle to earn the prize.
By Ashley Lima3 months ago in Poets
They don't crunch under my feet anymore. They rustle, whisper reminders of days past, of eruptions of laughter. Brown, orange, and yellow
By Alexandria Stanwyck3 months ago in Poets
I stand beside a few of the many-wintered trees who seem to have just remembered they ought to get dressed for colder days.
By Gabriel Huizenga3 months ago in Poets
The silence is solid I breathe it in It grounds me. The stillness carries a presence That is somehow heavy while it welcomes me in.
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro3 months ago in Poets
lots of chirping—Florida doesn’t frost nor does it bite. The sound is the chorus of migration. A song of wanderlust. I wonder where they’ve been,
By Natasha Collazo3 months ago in Poets
He is small and curious A little collection of brightly colored Fallen things were in his hands last week There was delight to have gotten
By Lisa Pulliam3 months ago in Poets
The wind is whimsical A flittering breeze scoops up leaves They swirl in a slow jazz paced tsunami of Bulbous Browns, Robust Reds,
By Jada Ferguson3 months ago in Poets
Bright colors above Are now found below Hues of red, orange, and yellow Overlay the grey ground A smell of rain sneaks in
I come in thin, a ghost of a blade, testing the seams of your clammy little world. The air stiffens under my touch the way
By Iris Obscura3 months ago in Poets
Brisk air breezes through the first winter’s frost laden dew While ice infused wind whispers, crackling the leaves on cue
By Cindy Calder3 months ago in Poets
Winds whistle through thinning pines Invincible to the rapidly chilling air November leaving for the next Turning the page for the season
By Gunnar Anderson3 months ago in Poets
