THREE LITTLE LEAVES
There were three little leaves that hung together Until one day there was windy weather They dropped to the ground one by one Drifting down withou
Muir Woods
A Haiku poem: A Japanese lyric verse form having three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables, traditionally invoking an aspect of nature or the seasons. In nature there is no good or evil. It's non dualistic. Inspired by Joseph Campbell.
TRUTH ABOUT LIFE
LIFE IS SHORT SMILE WHILE YOU STILL HAVE TEETH
red sun
Rise its a new day To bask in the heat the sun Temps high Radiates it generates Warmth that ray of sun Heat envelopes Wraps the soul warms the body Comforts are soul Heat absurbs wheres it gone Into the body Heals are soul The joy of
feathers
From illness one leaves the body Transits in time To natures comforts To trees that whistle in the wind Leafs brushed aside they fall to the ground One now sits preens and wings stretch Yuor past clean your past gone Now traition is done on
The big thaw........
Seeking the morning sun in winter always brings back this fond memory back home..........a special place .......
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seasons of the wind,we dream silence as slow as the mountain breathing Autumns scarecrows
Rain
We have had a lot of rain here for the last two weeks which has caused a lot of damage in my area. Luckily for me I live on a hill.
SPRINGTIME GOWN.
just adjusting to the start of a kiwi spring.....
a three lined poem
This talks about .... Looking at the autumn sky at dawn. A scenic beauty. As the dawn breaks to a new day, the faint dark night brightens up to a new day. However, it's autumn. Leaving the three warm seasons behind and experiencing the cold of winter. Though everything is being lit up by the warm sun, the warmth disappear to a wintry cold instead. Life can be an autumn dawn. A season of pleasant weather and dawn a period of time which darkness creeps to light. However, as the dawn gives way to a bright sky, it is the end of autumn. Darkness may have left but autumn paves it's way to a winter chill. We may pass through events of life-a dark path then there's light. Night can turn to day and day turns into night again.It's the cycle of life
On My Way..............
A contrast of colours due to dry winter and the farmers wartering the new crops as I make my way back to this special place ................each time I come here I discover something different and this is only on the way .......... I am so blessed
Rain
The last hurricane is the same name as me!
Time Is Awoken
An abstract writing about the word 'nigh'. The word is interesting if not odd.
Once upon a river clear .............
Saddened by the recent pollution by a beautiful crystal clear creek by agricultural exploits ..........
I need solid of Earth
I need the solid of earth earth that is familiar to my soul I need paths paths to walk within the quiet of lush green grass I need beauty the beauty of nature following its course unfettered I need season upon season weather to weather adaptat
Summer fireworks
The ball of lightning passed next to me. Luckily, I was not hurt, just shaken enough to write a poem.
Just Bobble
Catching little title for my poem about patterns made by fallen leaves on freshly wet concrete. Hey I'm a struggling poet, need I say anymore? :)
rosese
Roses are love any flower is more than grey or white. of any type lips and all sorts of greenery. moss lays any type is beauty to the bee. as long as I rose and leave the stem roots find your beautful
MANS FOLLY
The ground was bare as was the air from gusts and thrusts to stir compacted soil. The mothers toil came fast as the destruction cast darkness and death. She still had breath to give life but not without strife for floods and fire raged.
Haiku leaves
godsprincess poem about leaves brought this to mind.
Carnelian Moon
Moons are a favorite spectacular subject to write about.
GIFTED FREEDOM.
Unspoilt nature.....
HOARDER OF BEAUTY.
a mountain that one passes when travelling south....always worthy of a glance.......
FOREST HUSH.
Coolness of a forest, sheltered from sun and giving solitude......for those wanting to replenish soul.....with nature's gift.
In Awe
Written with a friend in mind and also from personal memories of my own
WEIRD MARYLAND WINTER WEATHER
I wrote this poem several years ago during February's up and down weather in Maryland.
The days will be getting longer soon
It is all about Decem-brrr...
Astronomy
As the moon Breaks through the cloudy skys, bringing ghostly shapes around our eyes, as the warmth of this summer nights breeze rustles gently through the trees. Through scattered clouds the heavens shimmer as numerous diamonds begin to gli
AS NATURE PROPOSED
early morning and out of season peace ...when people don't hinder the beauty of the coast....
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flight of a hundred swifts over fields of Summer lifts leaving songs as parting gifts departing arrows in darting shifts
NO CHARGE LEVIED
The tunnel i walked was dark with darting sun light touching spots with tender caresses from leaf to leaf. Touching me too I smiled with glee. Looking up above to the cannopy of trees interlocked, swaying seemingly in a loving embrace. Life
HAWK.....
as some know I live surrounded by acres of open crop growing land Hawks are not seen here as much as Northland and other rural areas, but even on the outskirts of NZ largest city, they are time stoppers.....
ARTISTIC PALETTE.....
unsual snow patterns have given NZ a reality check, though it is cold in the north, we hopefully won't have snow like the south, but this in our short winter, herald of spring ....so soon will warm, ready for summer when dreams are born.....
Thoroughbred
I love horses.
The Foot Path
A private time
AN AUGUST POEM
Some lines for August.
brothers
brothers though I have few of you I will tell you something if you are young you may be drawn unable and unwilling to her but you can live without ever having known her but once you find one that shows you her heart you can no longer be wh
a lesson
given to me by elders who feel they must leave something just a little different to have lived for something a fragment of a leaf on which is written my name sold by those who felt the same who knew not how to ask where sorrow comes from why
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reality
A little some thing I did for save the trees
Save the trees Ireland
lepidoptera
her soul had yellow paper wings perched on wind currents there shone in any direction too much stillness to move her an unaccepted form awaited the small earth with reaching vines petals in all directions with nothing else anywhere she wished
Autumn
Is in fall initial Short, but marvelous time — The whole day costs kind of crystal, Also evenings are radiant... Where the vigorous sickle walked and the ear fell, Now everything is empty — a scope everywhere — Only webs fine hair Shines on