nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Popham in October
The beach is quieter now. Summer has slipped away like a gull lifting off without a sound. Only the steady pulse of the Atlantic remains, a heartbeat older than anything I know. I sit where the tide curls in, letting the cold sand hold me like an old friend.
By Syl De'Vil3 days ago in Poets
October Breakwater
October is a breakwater you step onto, slick stone and salt breath rising from the Atlantic’s throat. The air tastes like cold pine and the ghosts of summer bonfires. The tide pulls back, revealing the long ribs of the sandbar— a road the ocean only allows for part of the day.
By Syl De'Vil3 days ago in Poets
A Bird Flies Up
A bird flies up, And becomes the sky. Feathers outstretched, Feeling the wind. A bird flies up, Bringing the trees with her, The memory of branches Sway within her. A bird alights on a branch, And becomes a nest. Eggs coddled, All down and soft grasses.
By Natalie Wilkinson3 days ago in Poets
