nature poetry

An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.

the unraveling
flash crimson and gold autumn's undoing begins careful work for trees
By Sara Littleabout a year ago in Poets
leaflight & cinnamon. Runner-Up in Falling Leaves Challenge.
memory of sun caught in quiet veins of gold where spiced breezes blow
By Sara Littleabout a year ago in Poets
Bon Appetit
crushed by childhood palms crackled like crickets unbound sprinkled top mud cakes
By Oneg In The Arcticabout a year ago in Poets
Lessons From the Forest
this tree trunk wisdom knows ridges, ripples, letting go towards new worlds
By Oneg In The Arcticabout a year ago in Poets
canopied cathedrals
Surrounded by awe crowned, canopied cathedrals Visited by gods **
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Cold Sun Fire
Amber curl of fire a gentle sweep of fingers a cold sun soaked flame *Title photo by Breno Cardoso from Pexels
By Pixel Floydabout a year ago in Poets
"things ain't like they used to be."
empire's red, harsh, and inescapable hue. leaves spiral and die, too. AUTHOR'S NOTE: the title and subtitle are quotes from felix salten's short story "two leaves" in which two leaves discuss their imminent fall and demise.
By kpabout a year ago in Poets
Cathedral Grove
A towering canopy of douglas firs, centeries old, with weathered bark. Trunks and spindly branches coated in moss, some hanging like vines.
By Gracie J Chuteabout a year ago in Poets
Little Hands
Little hands toss leaves Into the air; a little giggle floats away.
By KA Stefana about a year ago in Poets
A Bolivian Lantern Dreams. Runner-Up in Lantern Light Challenge.
Cavern walls held their breath As sweat clings to cotton shirts, Breathing, limbs commit to the trek, tensing and releasing
By Michele Nampalliabout a year ago in Poets
how you know
loosened stalk drifts on wind. feathered leaf, stiffened veins crisp, crunch, beneath feet.
By kpabout a year ago in Poets
A Day On The Road With Hubby
When I met hubby, I had a Harley Fund jar When my baby turned 21, I would have a bike My mind was made up. I have had one ever since
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Poets