nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Labor Day
Labor Day is a federally recognized holiday. The regular businesses that close on recognized holidays are closed tomorrow. Some things that happened prior to Labor Day were riots for work hour changes, and worker treatment, and unions came into being.
By Denise E Lindquist12 days ago in Poets
Come On In
Locked 'twixt September's long hallway And the cold floors of Winter's full chill, October calls from the end of the passage, “Come in and drink your fill! Crisp, cool air, fresh and bracing, Sunsets to make your soul soar, It's all in here, and it's yours for the taking! Reach out, and open the door!”
By Dana Crandell12 days ago in Poets
Fungus Fun
Plump and wild, growing as round and expansive as the sun, soft mushrooms blossom and surge across hidden corners of the earth. They burst forth and have some fun, wedging themselves in new lands, like a foreigner yearning to claim a slice of home for themselves. Their fatty white shoots sprout from damp pockets of the bark, and glide upwards to the leaves, not yet dead, but clasping with their final breath. Their heads open in soft white question marks, as their thin bodies feed under shadows, the remainder of the trees' preserved sugar. The inner workings of photosynthesis, the dew, and the sap, keep the fungi in place, happy and content. How far have they traveled across our map? What underworld has brought them forward to be so plush and unreserved? Look how closely they resemble a beloved companion, no, look even closer, at the hungry caterpillar eating at its charitable meat. Dare to gaze closer still, at the wild roots intertwined in the dense moss, the fungi are hard at work, ensuring no nutrients from the dying tree are at a loss. Do you see clearly now? The mushroom, in all its joy and growth, has not forgotten to give. Ah, this being, complex and lush, their dazzling reds create a startling warning against the browns of the sleeping bush. Their yellows and humble browns remind us of this glorious season and its fleeting release from the former season's heat. Oh, magnificent fungus, so quiet and pristine, you are just one of the many wonders Autumn enchants, possesses, and brings.
By Kera Hollow14 days ago in Poets
The Sun and the Moon
The moon and the sun are both beautiful but only the moon is known for its beauty. Perhaps it’s because the sun shines with full force giving awareness to the beauty of the surroundings while the moon shines ever so lightly in the dark so that the focus of the light is on the moon.
By Marianne Lee15 days ago in Poets
