Last Edited Nature Poems (86)

My little fireflies send me secret messages
Those flying ferries with magic wands
Three short blinks and three long
Each species a little different from the rest
Like the songs of chirping warblers
In the breeding canopies high in fir trees
I watch and wait with flashlights and nets
For you to appear after the sun sets
After its brilliant colors fade away
And before the first stars appear
I watch you dance and flash and play
Moments of seduction swing and sway
Or perhaps just luring in your prey
I know not exactly why you so delight
That growing twilight with your lights

Crescent moon, through silver birch shine
Branches not clad in green, send a sign
Autumn is here, as the summer days fade
Erratic temperatures, to prepare and gauge
Chilly mornings, equally chilly evenings cool
In preparation, cannot bury head to be fooled
After summer, when floods-rainfall took control
Breaking hearts, rural communities fought for soul
Now the clean up, starts to make its impact felt
After devastation, so many people were dealt
Will winter prove manageable, weather wise
Aftermath of such damage, out of silt rise
Bring hope, families gain strength stand strong
Those who lost so much, gain inner peace longed

Tranquility comes from star gazing amid sounds of the ocean
inescapable awe is certain to stir up a soulful emotion
Unforgettable defines spending an evening together ocean side
romance a moonlit evening sky is meant to provide

Choppy waves seemingly piggyback one another on way to shore
watching the Whitecaps glow under dark night never a bore
Crashing rhythm of the Sea crashing beach symbolic of relaxing song
more than one claimed it's healing when things are going wrong

The glisten atop the still Gulf waters never loses it's visual appeal
on clear nights Natures illuminated sky can make heaven seem real
Cool white sand cradles your back as you stare up at vast starry sky
all of a sudden out of nowhere a lone shooting star streaks by

When a breeze is present your nose gets a taste of ocean smell
you may even picture this being a place you'd love to dwell
The silence that envelopes the dark deep Ocean can be haunting
knowing deadly prey lurk beneath the dark waters a bit daunting

'The Ocean at Night' seems to surface thoughts of the spiritual kind
a faint whisper from Nature saying one day I'll free your mind
Beaches adjacent to every oceans edge are the Universes creation
keeping them all free from ruin a must... not just expectation

This monument escaped destruction
Of Soviet's battles and revolution,
Like a church in Disney's fairytale
With bright rounded candles in the air,
Looking glorious, no melancholy trail
Hopes are strong, faith prevail.

Resembling tulip bulbs in the sky
Or intricate balloons ready to fly,
These cupola crowns reaching heaven
Do you think Russia is forgiven?
Opening turbulent, gloomy wars
With repeated sufferings and scars,
Tough harmony under the stars!

On this spot, explorers arrived in Easter
Found carved stones from volcanic crater,
Giant figures shadow the island,
As if starkly saying, this is our land.
Our cruise ship made things so inviting
Free rubber boat rides were waiting
But this isolated park's not so seducing
Monolithic massive statues, not smiling
They look unhappy, grim a barren silence
Old Father Time darkened their patience!

Like a fish bone knife
Patiently gutting stray clouds
For silver lining.

Dreams of kings and courtiers
before the heavens
circular does the sun course
on its axis the universe doth spin

There's a moon in my window
I hear crows of vanity
from an early morning c*ck
should I sleep or rise?

Oh but I rest!
indifferent to your nature
O Universe,
'tis true
I pass the days
in trivialities
while you hold
magnificence
in your hand
and down through the ages
visionaries and sages
I see
sunrises for strangers
travel as you will
fair waifs and strays

FALLING DOWN LIKE WATER
Falling like wateR
Falling wateR
FallinG
Dr
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Lightning striking
thunder roars
and oh the rain!
how it did pour
then afterwards the petrichor
the sweet scented smell of a summer storm...

©Antonio Acosta

Adieu dear Spring, cruel time is nigh,
Your fertile surge complete,
With sorrow we must wave goodbye,
And mourn your slow retreat.

You brought us blooms and verdant trees,
Sweet birdsong everywhere,
Abundant Nature to appease,
With scented woodland air.

Now rest your head, in mortal sleep,
You've earned your slumber well,
You leave this land in verdure deep,
As bluebells chime your knell.

My favoured season I decree,
This poet has lost his muse,
Whilst other jealous seasons three
Are sneering in the pews

The Summer sun won't glare your eyes,
Nor moonlight warm your tomb,
You won't hear lonely banshee cries,
Beneath a ghostly moon.

From deathly pallor so austere,
New life you did bequeath,
Glad fauna sheds a grateful tear,
Wild flora forms a wreath.

Your leafy pyre .. sad Faeries pass,
In solemn discontent,
As dew drops fill your parting glass,
The wind moans your lament.

On Nature's cogs each season turns,
As sure as full moons wane,
When Autumn falls to Winter spurns,
You'll come to life again.

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