An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Tell me, does the robin understand what she is singing about at dawn, that whole gorgeous insistence of song rising before the sun has fully committed
By Sudais Zakwan3 days ago in Poets
goldfinch on box tree as I listened to its song my worries melted On that evening walk, as I listened to the soothing song of goldfinch singing from the Brisbane box tree, my heart squealed with joy.
By Seema Patel3 days ago in Poets
L a s t season's crunchy dead mums. My fingers found wet soil the last rain kept it moist I pull the dried gray stems
By Michele Nampalli3 days ago in Poets
The sun and I met -- the first time in forever. I smiled again.
By Lizzy Rose3 days ago in Poets
Wknter frost glimmers. Breath hangs in the ucy dawn. Trees wear silver crowns.
By Darla M Seely3 days ago in Poets
Trees sway in the wnd. Branches whisper to the sky. Leaves dance overhead.
Petals in the hreeze. Colors dance beneath the sun. Spring whispers softly.
Rain patters softly. Thunder shakes the distant hills. I see lightning strike.
Leaves dance in the air. Tiny hands make the piles high. Piles hide laughing kids.
I hear the snw crunch My footprints cover the ground Softly falling down.
I hear leaves rustle And see them fall one by one Landing on the ground..
Ghost trees grow stark bones, Skeletons thrumming with sun, Hot blood for undeath.
By Harbor Benassa3 days ago in Poets
