Most Commented Nature Poems (1,977)

On harried days when our world seems unkind,
There lies a place my senses crave to be,
Within the shady forest wild and free,
To ease the burdens of my troubled mind.

I soak much joyous sounds the Wood bestows,
Absorbing dawn aubades each songbird sings,
While zephyrs murmur notes like cello strings,
Beneath a harsh cacophony of crows.

Infectious woodland scents I fondly yearn,
A wily pungent fox peers with unease,
The sweetness of the wildflower on the breeze,
Against the bitterness of trodden fern.

A rotted branch falls crashing to the floor,
As Nature shows its sudden crushing powers,
Two butterflies then kissed some purple flowers,
Such gentle grace that startled me much more.

A speckled thrush begins her fledgling wean,
In search of food they squabble in a fume,
A worm to share with raised and ruffled plume,
She watches proudly o'er in perfect preen.

These wilds intoxicate me as I stroll,
The need for drugs or liquor I decry,
Near Nature I am naturally high,
As Gaia lulls me to her leafy soul.

Dusk slowly looms as daylight moments wane,
Return I must to cruel society,
The healing woods restored much piety,
My ailing mind refreshed, and freed of pain.

Sun shining bright
Life feels alright
Leaves all green
Flowers in bloom
Colors bursting
Birds chirping away,
Hummingbirds dancing around
Making musical sounds
Butterflies floating in the sky
Leaving their dust behind
Bees buzzing around
Wings never touching the ground
Not a day to frown
Happy to look around
Such beauty never touching the ground.

May 17, 2014

I search the sky along the horizon,
slowly, carefully, for clear signs of you.
May Moon, tonight you’ll ascend, full and high,
and I’ll be watching as I always do.

Like a playful mistress, you wink and glow;
just a hint of presence, yon eastern hill.
You steal my breath with your birth rise dance.
Your magic leaves me stunned and perfectly still.

Mysterious Luna, I raise my arms,
your scared energy kisses my face.
Fill me with wisdom as shadows grow tall.
The secrets of time, you guard so with grace.

A wisp of clouds becomes a dance of veils;
an intrigue to catch a glimpse of pure light.
The clouds grow denser, filling in spaces,
till you become a dot, swallowed by night.

I watch, I wait, anxious for your return.
Sister Moon, I crave your calm company.
The scent of rain heightens, the breeze, cooler;
the chill licks my flesh to the bones of me.

All my life, I have shared my dreams with you.
We have cycled and phased in prefect sync.
As I turn to go, the rain starts falling.
I look up in time for a final wink.

The little robin starts the morning song

As the cottontails come out to play

The badger and the fox keep time

While the wren and blackbirds sing along

Everyone comes out to greet the day

Because everyone has got a song to sing

Yes, everyone has got a song to sing

Everyone has got a song to sing

Down in Ravenwood

Not a word is spoken

The natterjack is croaking

Because everyone has got a song to sing

Down in Ravenwood

The conifers are swaying in the breeze

Their green heads seem to brush the sky

Everything is just so free and easy

And as I watch a butterfly float by

I begin to see why

Life is good down in Ravenwood

Its a world of colour

Green, gold and yellow

Burnt sienna too

Crimson lake and blue

Down in Ravenwood

And its funny, but you never feel alone

You always feel at home there

Yes its funny, you never feel alone

You always feel at home

Down in Ravenwood

And as I head back down the trail again

Back to that place they call reality

I feel a smile, cut across my face

Because now, I know ive got a song to sing

Not a word is spoken

The natterjack is croaking

Because everyone has got a song

Yes, everyone has got a song

Everyone has got a song

Down in Ravenwood.

A young bud sprouts from its parent plant
and blossoms to a lovely rose before long
With time, its beauty fades and it dries up
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A young sapling takes root and flourishes
Soon a mighty oak stands firm on the ground
With time, it decays to a dried up old tree
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A baby bird sitting helplessly in its nest
grows into a majestic eagle strong
With time, its glory fades as it ages
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A defenceless lion cub hidden in its lair
matures into the mightiest beast around
With time, he becomes a decrepit old male
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A beautiful angelic darling baby girl
becomes a world beauty and wins the crown
With time, wrinkles and old age take their toll
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

Hello to a new life of hope and promise
Goodbye to a life that's now going down
Time marches on irreversibly
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

I wrote this late last year and rather than write another, I thought I will re-post / edit it. For my people back home...


In The Wake of Typhoon Bopha
(c)gtp2012

Beaten and battered once more,
Last year by typhoon Bopha
And now furious Yolanda
Each year nineteen or so of these
Are headed to my Philippines
About six to nine of them
Make landfall, bringing havoc
In the heart of my paradise
Causing floods, taking lives!

Seven thousand one hundred and seven
Glistening and diverse islands
Each with her own unique beauty
Separated by waters
Food, dialects and ways
Within us beats one heart
Pusong Pinoy, no matter where!
Mother Nature's wrath unleashed
Through Yolanda's force and speed!

The greediness of a few
Has depleted her resources
With money in their hearts
Senses numbed, eyes blinded
Massive landslides, mudslides
Flooded homes awashed
Love ones all a-perished!
How many more have to go?

Yet you my people will take this
On your chin, with a grin
never complaining, never grumbling
Resilient to the core you will,
With a smile on your faces wear
As families a new life forge!



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Alone with nature
one can feel a strange unity
with everything around
Unity that is so strong
and overpowering
that one loses consciousness
of one's individual self

One's consciousness seems to merge
with a deeper consciousness
of the unity of all things
in nature and the cosmos
One experiences an awareness
of a deeper reality
that is impossible
to describe in words

At such moments
one has no consciousness
of time and space
but only of that moment
- the infinite eternal NOW

One makes contact
with one's cosmic roots
in a dimension where
time and space
are irrelevant
It is the synchronisation
of one's consciousness
with the absolute
and ultimate reality
of the cosmos

eastern washington, water of plenty where the columbia flowes,yet not a maney tree congreate. Lakes and marshes full of bird song. Canyons ingraved in basalt cliffs with rolling hills sweeping the land. Earth of clay and sand where the wild flowers bloom. Sweeping winds the tumble weeds do ride amoungunst the sage progeney. Where the rattle snake lives and the mule dear play and the muskrat swims,in the depth of night a lowley cyote howels.

May 9, 2010

Drawn deep into the heart of the woodland...
a haunting melody stirs the calm night.
Drums pound till I can’t resist their calling.
Silhouettes blend by bonfire and moonlight.

She is but one dancing in the circle...
hands moving as if swimming thru stars.
Many faces shine in the fire’s glow...
figures adorned with veils and flowers.

Glistening bodies, mesmerized, chanting...
praising the earth for her bounty and seed.
May Pole ribbons again weave their magic.
The fields are blessed, as are those they will feed.

One green ribbon I add to the weaving;
my silent watch, then my whispered prayer.
“Great Mother Earth, I’ve abused thy blessings.
Forgive me the times I wasn’t aware."

The drums have awakened my sleeping heart.
I feel you inside me...your voice I hear.
Goddess Mother...blessed be...our Mother;
by the light of the moon, all is made clear.

By the moon’s light...all is clear.”

I join the circle of celebration.
I am one with the drums, long thru the night.
I am but one dancing in the circle;
silhouettes blend by bonfire and moonlight.

All is made clear in the moon’s light...

a silver dawn dresses the eastern sky
a beauty of which I can not deny
a blanket of grey as far as I can see
discolours the sun and hides it's identity
a whispering breeze kisses my skin
as distant birds begin to sing
I feel a stillness so profound
and ponder on this silent ground
rare is the day that calms the soul
that peaceful way to make me whole
I wish this magic on distant shores
bless the people who can open their doors
never to worry about their day ahead
only to appreciate nature instead........