nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Unknown fruit
The porous surface of the shell of an unknown fruit, washed by the ocean, now rolls across the sand washed by the waves. Its spiky horns allow it to avoid being quickly caught and eaten, but as soon as it lands in a child's small fingers, the attempt to open it will begin. Grandma will open the hard-to-tear shell, and the fruit will fall out, smiling at everyone for a moment before being eaten.
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda about a year ago in Poets
Here or There
A soft breath flees me, steps ever so motional but yet with no direction at all. The passing of golden hour as it shifts into twilight has now commenced as I bask beneath the fading light. A butterfly subtly bounces to and fro as if she too knows not where exactly she'll go.
By Sai Marie Johnsonabout a year ago in Poets
