An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
"Between loss and remembrance lies a realm of silent echoes." Between the worlds, the silence holds its song, a voice half-gone, yet lingering in stone.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzalesabout a year ago in Poets
The word I never spoke still waits for me, it lingers heavy where the silence grows. The branches tremble with its memory.
I follow the shadow that will not let go, its breath entwined with every step I take. The roots remember what the rivers know.
The silence lingers though the night has turned, I walk the fields where shadows keep their song. The flame once given cannot be unburned.
Drifting falling leaf Harbinger of life and death With time comes rebirth
By JBazabout a year ago in Poets
Come, child, to prayer; the busy day is done. A golden star gleams through the dusk of night; The hills are trembling in the rising mist.
By Asif95683about a year ago in Poets
"Not all words must be said to be remembered." I sit at the edge of the field at night, listening. The frost has already begun its hymn,
"Every ending leaves roots in the soil." The fire has gone out, yet ash clings to my hands. I gather it into a clay bowl,
"The earth keeps what we leave, and gives it back in season." I walk the stubbled fields after the sickle’s song has faded.
“Frost is the hand that teaches the body its boundaries.” The chill reaches me before the snow. It settles into the marrow of my hands,
“The wind remembers both silence and song.” A wind moves through the branches, not the chatter of autumn sparrows, but the hollow cry of spaces left behind.
“Every current dreams of the sea, even as frost binds its mouth.” The river exhales fog, a low lament, its sorrow heavy on the air:
