Most Commented Nature Poems (1,977)

Almost lost but for light of high moon
Reflects a sun still shining over sea
Drifting away dreams that vanish too soon
Fog burning off to a lessor degree

Silence is stillness in an early spring
A time when even the night creatures rest
Calming hours before the daylight bring
Gently the first breeze will blow north by west

Solitude spreads evenly like the dew
Quietly above does the mountain watch
Searching like eyes of a baby raptor
Gazing from a nest in its hidden notch

Soon a most beautiful sunrise will stun
Awakenning all where life has begun

Looking into the
dusk i see the
sun go down
and stars pop
out one at a
time as if to
say good evening
how are you?
They look down
on you like
they are watching
over you for
the night.
They shine so
bright as to
show you the
way through
the paths to
home at night.
When you are
out look up
to greet them.
They will always
be there for you.

Rise to the morn in my hollow I will
Awake and awash my face from all sleep
When sunrise tops the ridge o’er East Hill
Hear the gentle sound of a frog’s first peep

Casually I make some thoughts for the day
Chore list as long as a shadow in spring
Feeding cows in barn a few bales of hay
Ride to the woods and hear early birds sing

Not just late winter does mud season start
Buckets they hang from a tree by a tap
Sugaring begins first full moon in March
Drip drip they fill with a maple’s sweet sap

The smoke will rise from the hot boiling pan
Maple syrup will be flowing again

Such longing feelings before the first snowflake fly
I know so well how the long winter makes us all sigh
The long dark nights and the sound of a howling wind
A constant struggle getting up to face a daily grind
Gone the warm days and chirping little birds at play
Back are flocking pidgeons on chimney tops they stay
We long now for happy hours sitting around the table
All my hay is in the barn and horse is in the stable
Won't be long for Christmastime the family gathering
Griddle hot pancake with some maple syrup slathering
Fun how the children play and building forts of snow
All is cold but don't tell them what they don't know
Seasons come and seasons go and all will last awhile
Take each one with a little fun makes all worthwhile

All the pageantry about our world
The vastness of its boundless seas
The breath of dawn that rustles leaves
The silvery glistening of dripping raindrops
How great a gorgious sun rises above
A soaring hawk on shaped wing swoops
Anounces with sharp cry a shout of spring
The warm comfort of a soft summer's eve
The silent stunning song of all the stars
How much they set my world ablaze
A million points of light to guide me
Through all my nights and all my days

October 1976

The lush colors of summer have faded, leaving an eerie, unexplainable stillness to settle within me. A stillness eased only by the transition of bold new colors splashed against the shifting October sky. Overnight, the leaves come alive with gold, blushing reds, orange brown, even soft pink. Even as I write this, the autumn wind whispers its message, prying leaves from secure stems and branches. One by one, they fall earthward in graceful flight.

The colors shift yet again to blend with earth, peeling bark and dying grass. Once they have scratched their way across country roads and city sidewalks, they settle to decompose wherever fate has cast them. As it has always been and shall ever be, mother earth claims what she has made. A great sleep befalls the land for several moons, until spring is called to spill forth her bounty. The cycle continues onward without the slightest sigh.

I walk the fields, inhaling the scent of dampened autumn leaves, so humbled with the reminder of the delicate balance between life and death. Autumn has a presence all its own, as does each of the seasons. I keep inside of me all that my senses collect, savoring the spirit of what is now. I see a barren landscape with trees standing tall and naked against an ashen sky. Frosty mornings have already made their presence known. I will miss the sun light, cherishing those brief moments when it peeks out from behind dark clouds.

Autumn is a time for reflection, as well as the planting of new dreams. A time for mittens, hot chocolate, a warm hat and coat, Kleenex, red cheeks, a fireplace glow. Cookies and pumpkins, racking leaves, trick or treat, brisk starry nights, cozy bedding, fresh snow.

Walkin down that dusty road
Farmin country all around
Air as fresh as it could be
Anywhere to be found
Distance dressed by fields of green
Bordered by the hills embrace
Polka dotted farmhouses
Lay woven in there space
The smells of earth do abound
From near an afar
Amidst colours of the wildflowers
An the rumble of the odd car
Away i am in another world
Where time idles in the breeze
Left all my troubles behind
Put my life on freeze
Packed my swag an grabbed my dog
An kicked some dirt along the way
Sung the song of bird
To put reality in the day
Stopping here an stopping there
Never knowing why
Just doing it cause i could
In wonderment i sigh

This monkey you
see was hungry.
He squirmed
down the drain
to where he saw
a box of cupcakes
right before him
with no one around.
He grabbed the box
and went up the
drain to the roof
to see what dinner
laid before thee.
He unwrapped them
1, 2, 3 he was
very happy.
He had gotten
something sweet
to eat for today
and maybe enough
for tomorrow too
for he knew he
would be hungry.

summer is slipping away quickly
where did it go
school is back in session
the children to fast they grow

the leaves are softly changing
vibrant shades red, orange, and gold
against a brillant blue sky
awesome colors so bold

my favorite time of year
musky scents fill my nose
crisp leaves crackle under my steps
the air will soon be filled with snow

But for now, I will just enjoy
the sounds and sights
relax and breathe
in the clear and cool nights

Don't you know
that song
transcending over time
through portholes
generations ago
well travelled
A bird's love song
cascading its shrill siren
travels over a still
morning meadow
to awaken my soul...