nature poetry

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

The Long Rest
The old, sweet scent of decay thins in the cold. Those familiar golds and reds how they soften now, their edges feathered with frost,
By Alyssa Cherise3 months ago in Poets
THE FIRST SOUND OF WINTER
The air smells of rain and smoke, a thin trace of oak logs and wet leaves breaking down in the ditch. The light leans lower each day,
By Pamela Dirr3 months ago in Poets
Cutting Out The Devil
Cutting Out The Devil I stood in the dark, Hearing him breathe, That quiet taunt Coiled in the air. His words were poison,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
A Cold Hymn Sung Silent. Runner-Up in The Sound of First Frost Challenge.
Leaving fleeting footprints on flattened grass we arrive at the precious precipice, and peer into the narthex of the tabernacle of trees
By John R. Godwin3 months ago in Poets
Becoming the Winter
The wind turns sharper on my skin a quiet sign of change again The branches murmur soft and low like they whisper secrets I do not know
By Thadeus 3 months ago in Poets
(F)All of Autumn. Honorable Mention in The Sound of First Frost Challenge.
Autumn yawns before it sleeps and winter slips its seed between its parted wanton lips. Frost crisps blades of grass into needle carpets, sparkling
By Teresa Renton3 months ago in Poets
Frozen
Frozen 🌊💧💦❄️💦💧🌊 The Waters Are Frozen Hear The Ice Crack, Broken Every Snowflake Has Fallen ❄️ See Icicles Dripping Outside It Is Freezing Under Trees, Glistening No Silence, Rain Falling Down Come Hailstones Banging ❄️ Overhead Trees Are White For Now Comes Snowball Fight ❄️ The Twisted Icicle High Silver Spectacle Each Drip A Spectacle ❄️ Frozen Is The River Ice Flows From Shore To Shore River Ice Soon Shatters Sinking Freezing Skaters They Sink Icy Waters ❄️ Frozen Puddles, Icy Running Waters Stayed By Old Jack Frost, Dastardly See The World Frozen Be Then CRACK, Shattered Ice See 🌊💧💦❄️💦💧🌊
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Poets
The Brisk Slumber
The feeling is crisp On your breath On your lips As you wake and you step out of bed A chill up your spine Bare foot on cold pine
By Amos Glade3 months ago in Poets
Still,
The old TV, too heavy to Carry out of the basement, Still hums to itself. Faintly fading while the feet take flight Up the stairs, filing toward the Front door, Fingers finding buttons, zippers, Toboggans and toboggans, Flinging the storm door open With the hiss of hydraulics.
By M.L. Ross3 months ago in Poets
The Harvest
i put on those old overalls that i would wear when pulling weeds which turns out were the very ones i wore when i was planting seeds
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 months ago in Poets
Remnant of Autumn
At first for a little while, the weather cannot decide. It wants to be cold but it still wants to be warm too. And so do I.
By Christopher Falcione3 months ago in Poets
Changing Time
They closed my ice cream shop today. The sign says Opening in April, I will miss my Charlie Brown cone It brought me much comfort all year; what will I do now
By Lydia Seales-Fuller 3 months ago in Poets