An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
I am not behind. I am becoming. At my own pace, in my own rhythm, with my own sacred timing, I am becoming. I do not need to rush my healing
By Flower InBloom7 months ago in Poets
After the Last Breath What happens when we die, who truly knows, Is there a door that opens somewhere unseen, A softer road beyond the closing eyes,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
Little flower in the ground, With petals more delicate than eyes see, Reminding us of life's vulnerabilities.
By Carol Ann Townend7 months ago in Poets
Looking out, grass shows… Warm enough, but still quite cold. Thawing, yet not Spring.
By Gabriel B. Shames7 months ago in Poets
Distant thunder rolls Over the winter garden Birds take flight in turn Expectant twigs swell Desire does not wait for spring
By Laura Hanson Reber7 months ago in Poets
Breathe -- Are we at war? With nature receiving less As more promises
By The Bridge Theory Project7 months ago in Poets
In the grassy clearing In the middle of the trees The mist is like a blanket Over all there is to see. The rays of a golden sunrise
By TYC7 months ago in Poets
Upon the first day-spring rays, Soar and swoop the steely glared Jays Translucent aromatic sap Runs, dribbling, laying a sticky trap
By K.B. Silver 7 months ago in Poets
the stars hold a secret the trees tell a tale the heart of the earth beats protected by the vale the universe steeped in wisdom
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden7 months ago in Poets
ladybug landing- whiskers twitch, one eye open the cat is alert
By Natalie Wilkinson7 months ago in Poets
The vast surroundings breathe beautiful, soft, gasping breaths the air settling gently into the black atmosphere, low clouds rolling, early in pregnancy
By Reece Beckett7 months ago in Poets
Stones piled in rings 'round Roots, seeds, stumps, shrubs, herbs, flowers. No fence; we make do.
By Jennifer A. G.7 months ago in Poets
