An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Clouds move from the sun For one second everything Looks freshly washed clean.
By Darla M Seely2 days ago in Poets
Brass hayfield in sun: cattle crop golden straw, graze on sheaves of copper.
By Jennifer A. G.3 days ago in Poets
Bones are coming. Crows wait on posts, coyotes in field: they smell nôhkom's stew. - - - - - - - *Note: The word coyotes in the second stanza should be read kai-oats (not kai-oh-tees).
Coyote yip-sings Up to crow in his pine tree: Trickster and shifter.
Tiny sparrow sings on the newborn breeze of spring prayer in soft wings
By Forest Green3 days ago in Poets
Much as the seasons change, so do I, a new chapter The twilight comes a little earlier today The stars dot the sky as I walk home tonight
By Howl3 days ago in Poets
The shadows still stretch back to the monsters left behind Who bared their fangs and gnawed on my skin and upon my heart
Background: sirens wail Spring of bloom and destruction Background: birds chirp on
By Oneg In The Arctic3 days ago in Poets
one red leaf drifting across the quiet blue pond a heron watches
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)3 days ago in Poets
Hoping for water, I search dry woods and linger, Hearing the frogs call.
By Harbor Benassa3 days ago in Poets
His paws find puddle Mud flies and flecks my warm cheek The trees laugh with me
By Shannon Dalley3 days ago in Poets
The world is shit. It hurts. Its cruel. And I can't ever Seem to stop The flow of empathy. I can't stop crying. Can't stop watching the tears
By Silver Daux3 days ago in Poets
