nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
When the Goldenrods Appear
There comes a morning when the mountains seem changed, though nothing has moved. The summer still holds the valleys beneath a warm September sun, and the crickets continue their music among the fields. Yet along the country roads, where the wild growth has risen through the season, the goldenrods have appeared.
By Tim Carmichael17 days ago in Poets
Twelve Flowers for You. Top Story - September 2026.
I picked twelve flowers for you today. The first flower I found was a vibrant blue Delphinium . Life feels so natural when I talk with you. Your words flow with ease and turn my moody blues into sparkling stars flowing in the dark blue sky of love.
By Rick Henry Christopher 17 days ago in Poets
An Aeolian Harp
Introduction A line inspired this in the Tony Wilson book "Twenty Four Hour Party People" While Tony Wilson was sometimes mad and way out, he was also an intellectual, and either I didn't know or had forgotten the story of the Aeolian Harp. Don't you think Aeolian is a strange and beautiful word?
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 17 days ago in Poets
