nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Warmth of the Earth
the stony descent taste the earth's warm musky breath whiffs, fungal, mossy K.B. Silver I love to visit caves. One of the amazing things about caves, and why people started using them, is the karst cavern's natural tendency toward temperature regulation. Most of the caverns I have been to stay at a cool but comfortable 50-60 degrees Fahrenheit year-round.
By K.B. Silver 9 months ago in Poets
A Cold and WindyΒ Night
On a bitterly cold and desolate night, when the wind mercilessly howls and the darkness envelops the world, nature itself seems to conspire to send a shiver down your spine. The trees, standing tall and solemn, whisper secrets that only the night can comprehend, their eerie voices adding an air of mystery to the already chilling atmosphere.
By Solomon Walker9 months ago in Poets
