nature poetry

An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.

Winter
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
Sensory Between Seasons
Crispy, crunchy steps are now mushy, mulchy ones as movement recedes, like a slowing metronome. • The rustling fades,
By Christal Felix3 months ago in Poets
What I Heard
Leafblower broken? You are high on the perfume, I think...in the gold. * Dark earlier now? Rise and no shine in the day;
By Kendall Defoe 3 months ago in Poets
The Last Bonfire
Orange and red climb up against the black, It slips down some ways, Before it climbs back up again, But not as high as before.
By Rebecca Patton3 months ago in Poets
If Winter Were a Dress. Runner-Up in The Sound of First Frost Challenge. Top Story - November 2025.
If winter were a dress, and the fall—its seamstress— I’d spend the best of autumn trading gold-leaf cents and flecks of penny-rouge
By Gina C.3 months ago in Poets
When I was nothing
For twenty years, she kept silent. Careful not to reveal a thing. One event haunted her: She'd disrespected her daughter.
By Moon Desert3 months ago in Poets
Holding On and Coming On
The air captures it all. One breath in as you feel and catch all of your brain signals thinking this is something fresh.
By Michael Owczarek3 months ago in Poets
For the love of sculpting❄️
A solitary wanderer waits patiently for his moment to become purpose... * my mind drifts between now and when as I rake crackling remnants into mounds of
By Lamar Wiggins3 months ago in Poets
The frost before the dawn. Runner-Up in The Sound of First Frost Challenge.
Before summer must come autumn, winter and spring. And so it goes— through each rolodex rotation of seasons fluttering brittle-
By Paris Rosemont3 months ago in Poets
The arrival of a surreal breeze
Surreal breeze carrying fallen leaves brushes my wind chimes a classical tease waking up my dreamy queues
By Parvathi J3 months ago in Poets
Dawn
Shadows suffuse in softened silver, Air so sweet it stings, Winter flirts with the chilly river, Frost embraces flower and splinter,
By M. A. Mehan 3 months ago in Poets
A First Frosty Day In Winter
A First Frosty Day In Winter I stand outside, feeling the air shift, cold rising slowly, touching my skin. The evening waits,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets