An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
“The heavens are a lantern, and winter trims the flame.” Above me the sky gathers its cloak, clouds knotting thick as wool,
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzalesabout a year ago in Poets
“Even the roots know what silence foretells.” The maples whisper as their blood retreats, sap slipping into roots like secrets carried below,
Moon, I know your song rides with her— the lady on the white horse, her hair flowing like rivers of milk, her voice like silver rain.
Moon, when the shadow eats you, the air turns iron. The rivers still. Birds fall silent mid-flight, their wings struck dumb.
Moon, I see your scarred face— etched with punishment, marked with sorrow. They call you thief, breaker of Sabbath, sinner exiled to shine.
Moon, your horns call them forth— riders of storm and shadow, their hounds baying across the marrow of the hills. The earth shivers when their hooves strike the sky.
Moon of the north, I see the wolves behind you. Their howls split the branches, and even the pines tremble, casting their needles like prayers at your passing.
First published in Utah Tech University's literary journal, route 7 review in 2019 It is in opposition that you suspend between Helios and Jupiter
By Tony Martelloabout a year ago in Poets
Moon-rider, your white horse carries you across the heavens. Your hair flows like rivers of milk, your song like silver rain.
Melodies collide harmonies bleed in color Pooling on the ground
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
All the crossing branches Holding up the indigo sky Incremental lightening To blur-grey mist. * Golden interior light Throwing out a tentative glow into the darkness,
By Natalie Wilkinsonabout a year ago in Poets
*PLEASE LISTEN TO THE SOUND WHILE YOU READ MY POEM* ~ Even the mirror flinches when I look at it. I changed my name, my voice, my eyes—
By Kodahabout a year ago in Poets
