An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Tell me, does the robin understand what she is singing about at dawn, that whole gorgeous insistence of song rising before the sun has fully committed
By Tim Carmichael6 days ago in Poets
I float, but don't fly Can’t get that high Slowly I rise Carried by the wind Created by breath Reflecting the creator
By L.I.E6 days ago in Poets
I lift you to space your legs, planetary rings, claiming their orbit
By Daniel K6 days ago in Poets
the bark dulls my blade amber sap commiserates weeping through each cut
Her hair in the wind the aromatic tether to this breath I take
Sunset Beach Path The path bends slow toward the sea, Golden light spilling across the sand. Flowers edge the trail with bright faces,
By George’s Girl 2026 7 days ago in Poets
Silhouettes fading Light retreats beyond the edge The dark is empty
By David Williams7 days ago in Poets
Meant to open at dusk - tip-toeing through the break of dawn, pedals spread and drawn again.
By Jacqueline Elaine Hudson7 days ago in Poets
I saw hummingbird perched on paperbark branches my mood lifted up Note: Watching a bird on a tree branch is therapeutic. As I spotted a hummingbird on a paperbark branch, it fulled me with peace.
By Seema Patel7 days ago in Poets
Eyes cry floods from skies, Mother Nature cries hard for her baby; When will the earth heal?
By Carol Ann Townend7 days ago in Poets
the rain falls lightly playfully tapping my sill inviting a nap
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden7 days ago in Poets
finches on the oak loud chirping reverberates my joy to listen Note: As I went for my afternoon walk, the loud chirping of house finches from the scrub oak canopy attracted me. Such avian music is what my soul needs to restore its sanity.
