Nature Poems (1,977)

Dawn chorus begins

Courtships and squabbles songs cease

Evening regains peace

The snow was sloughing
Off of the shed roof
Falling over in great sheets
Ever so slowly
Over the edge and
Hanging for a moment
Waiting for just
The right minute to fall
Everywhere I look
The glowing sun shines
Striking in every corner
Of my awoken mind
The feint familiarity
That comes with spring
Loud as the Easter service
Morning bells will ring
And low and behold
In our mountain glen
The final wrinkles on
This past winter will end

the ultimate sound
permeating all others
the sound of silence

I am the word.
I am definition.
I am the expression of thought which can fill or forge a silence, and I am essential to your world.

I am baby's first, and everyone's last.
I am the reason for the ear.
I am acceptance and wishing well, or what someone needs to hear.

I am a whisper told in secret.
I am an angry shout.
I am the song of every emotion, and I can wound ego, convey trust, wield hatred; and I can tell every story - paragraph and verse.

I can make you laugh.
I am the unsaid, and sometimes I am what cannot be unsaid.
I am crystal clear, and I am misunderstood.
I am lost in translation.

I am truth - naked, loving, selfish and unkind.
I am cold and calculating hurt, but I can rescue you with lies.
I am what you tell yourself, and what can help you change your mind.
I can build you up, or tear you down, let you see or keep you blind.

I am what you're lost for, or on the tip of your tongue, and in case you haven't noticed - what you're looking at right now.
I am sorry and forgiveness, and their topsy-turvy neither.
I can fail you in advice, or I can guide you with some wisdom.

I can turn friends into enemies, and enemies into friends.
I am the catalyst for memories when you speak - " remember when? "
I am from the minds of tyrants, and from the hearts of decent men.
I am the word.
I am the toil of the writer, and I am mightier than the pen.

Once more we see the signs of the restart
as nature wakens plants with her magic art.
We laugh as at long last winter does depart
leaving us full of joy and light of heart.

Leafy branches conceal from sight the hart
by the still pond bees and dragonflies dart.
The lovers dreamily stare then drift apart
startled as one of the cows gives off a fart.

The posy opens slyly showing off its blackheart
only to be smothered by the nettle upstart.
The cook is busy making a large fruit tart
while in the parlour the cows gives us a quart.

Spring so full of promise show us your heart
as you bring vibrant life and a brand new start.
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2018

Around the lake edge, a circle to walk
Some with a friend, laugh and talk
Others like solitude, adsorbing the scene
Lake sparkling blue, surrounded by green

Little rest areas, signposted to assist
Those taking a break, some will resist
Refreshing bodies, taking in the view
Smiling at strangers, acknowledged on cue

A track not a footpath, allows all to walk
Or cycle if careful, where high above a hawk
Swoops-floats, enjoys being alive and free
Above a nature reserve, dotted by trees

Boats skim water, hired for a short time
Whether fishing or sailing, on a day so fine
Families or solo can relax, recharge in fresh air
Sharing nature's beauty, with other who care.

A gift not packaged, by shiny baubles- bows
Just nature's flowers, seasonal wind will sow
Rubbish bins-warnings, remind not to leave
Making others waste time, when collect-retrieve......

I watch as sunlight dapples through the branches
How it dances on top of deep pools o' a stream
Mesmerizing me much into my surroundings
These are always the colors found in my dreams
Time exposes all their dull mustards and deep reds
All the various hues of brown and green, blue and grey
Twisting and folded soil layers and exposing clays
The color and tone laying like carpets along these banks
In awe of such shining and dullness found together
Found in the pebbles and stones scattered by their ranks
The jagged outstretched roots overhanging forever
Torn out of the earth and bleached away like bones
Skeltons left behind half buried by a spring flood
Still grasping and clinging to hold on to where it once grow'n
Letting my imaginary brush taste even the clay and mud
That paints away such a rich tapestry I’ve known

Yesterday after the snow fell
The sun came out
Late in the afternoon glow
Shined onto my face
Weathered by time
Reddened by cold
Stared blankly back
Happy to feel your presence
I will watch as you circle
All around the horizon
I will watch where you rise
Remembering such times
From many years ago
Remembering in each season
When the shadows pointed
The same way all in a row
I will watch as you set
And remember which tree
On the distance shoreline
That you torched on fire
The way you did yesterday

a cactus flower was born into the winter -
even snow flakes could not destruct the beauty
of the white petals between thorns

lilac blossoning
parfum in blue -
southern belle