nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
A Summer Sunset
Another summer day concludes Drenched in hues of red and gold That none but nature could produce As the spectacle unfolds Or perhaps the hand of God Plies the brush that paints the skies Strokes to soothe our earthbound hearts Through the windows of our eyes I know the cold fact that the sight Is due to our world's atmosphere But physics fails to comprehend The force that keeps me rooted here My heart demands I find the words To honor such magnificence But every effort my mind makes Somehow seems lacking eloquence I cannot find... I fail each time.. I haven't the words. *** Thanks for Reading! Comments are always appreciated, and my heart likes hearts, too!
By Dana Crandell4 days ago in Poets
The Rotting Gate of October
October is a town that forgets it’s supposed to be dying. You enter through the rotting place between two trees fused together, a seam in the forest where the bark has grown wrong, as if something once pressed its face against both trunks and whispered them into merging. The opening appears only when the air tilts warm over cold, like breath on a mirror that remembers you.
By Syl De'Vil5 days ago in Poets
