nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
When the Vines Burn Red In Winter
The vines blush rust beneath a silver hush, amber veins curling toward sleep. Leaves loosen their grip with a sigh, drifting like forgotten promises onto dampened soil, where the scent of earth rises— wet bark, crushed grape, a whisper of rain not yet fallen.
By Alexandria Hypatia3 months ago in Poets
