nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
It's Raining, It's Snowing
Author's Note: It really is snowing out there right now. It is the time of year when we aren't sure what we will see. Almost all of our snow on the fields was gone. We are thinking of spring, when it snows.The title is similar to what we would sing when it was raining when I was growing up. The correct words are, "It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring." Based on a story from many years ago about an old man who bumps his head and can't get up in the morning.
By Denise E Lindquist7 months ago in Poets
From Her, Clean Water Flows
Fluffy flakes carry The burden of hydration Frozen reservoir K.B. Silver Here in California, USA, our water consumption is way out of whack. We have a large portion of our land dedicated to farming (about 40%). As with electricity everywhere, the peasants support the major industries here. Silicon Valley, we are lookin' at you here, AI doesn't deserve the water people need to live, or grow the nation's food supply.
By K.B. Silver 7 months ago in Poets
