nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Smoke Haze
Haze drifts over the trees, smoke wisps lying low, snaking through towns, over the streets, and highways, rising, rising, higher and higher, blotting out blue The Landmark pointy peaks are i nvisible in the smoke from wildfires east and north, riffed here by the wind, and now encircling us for days The sun is a round brilliant fireball in the sky at sunset, Blinding to eyes even with sunshades, its rays hitting particulates from the blazes A regular occurrence each summer, these fires; it used to be drizzly and slightly warm after July 4th through August Now the months are suffocating, heated up at five o'clock for dinner, staying overnight and for many days, hanging out like a guest who overstays their welcome. So many days now, the firebreath mixes with this damnable smoke, and I worry for the wildlife and the birds while everyone waits for that clean wash to flow from the sky, a gray sky filled with fresh water, not gray from smoke Copyright © 8/5/2026 by Andrea O. Corwin. Washington State is on fire east of the mountains. Oregon and Canadian forests are on fire. The prevailing winds send the smoke out, and the air quality is bad. Every summer now.
By Andrea Corwin about a month ago in Poets
The Shock of Webs
Fine silver webs form from the spider's body, black and divine wherever nature calls. Never in greed, but always in hunger. The arachnid waits for its next meal to strike upon the lines it's woven, and when it does— the shock of impact travels through the lines, vibrating its long legs, and sending its body into a natural state of work.
By Kera Hollow2 months ago in Poets
