An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
In the heart of India, where the rivers flow, The monsoon whispers secrets, soft and low. Clouds gather like a choir, dark and grand,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
Bright blue sky above, Wispy clouds drift slowly BY. Afternoon breaths now.
By Darla M Seely7 months ago in Poets
Ripples on the lake, Evening wind bushes the shore. Light breaks into rings.
Patterng of rain, Soft drums on the waiting leaves. Earth breaths in the sound.
Snow glistens to trees. Ran patters on window panes. Wnter whispers low.
I see the sunset, And the sun peeks through the clouds, What a tranquil scene
Clouds move from the sun For one second everything Looks freshly washed clean.
Brass hayfield in sun: cattle crop golden straw, graze on sheaves of copper.
By Jennifer A. G.7 months ago in Poets
Bones are coming. Crows wait on posts, coyotes in field: they smell nôhkom's stew. - - - - - - - *Note: The word coyotes in the second stanza should be read kai-oats (not kai-oh-tees).
Coyote yip-sings Up to crow in his pine tree: Trickster and shifter.
Tiny sparrow sings on the newborn breeze of spring prayer in soft wings
By Forest Green7 months ago in Poets
Much as the seasons change, so do I, a new chapter The twilight comes a little earlier today The stars dot the sky as I walk home tonight
By Howl7 months ago in Poets
