Random Nature Poems (1,977)

icy, cold river water splashing over beige rocks.
And I creep along the riverbed, mindful of slippery stones
in Summer the Mohawk Valley is velvet green,
The Berkshire mountains surrounding it,
Purple.In The Autumn the purple mountains are ablaze with colour,
As though several Artists had dropped their pallets
And paint had spilled all over the hills;.
The colours are so bright that five or six feet
Above the mountain floats a rainbow halo.
The town crier of the woods, the Blue
jay can be heard warning the Deer of man's
Approach. Rabbits hop here and there And squirrels Chuck away nuts, no signposts needed.
Fresh Trout is caught and brought
Home for supper, cooked in lemon butter
The scent of burning leaves
From a nearby yard perfumes the cold crisp air.
Moonlight, As I lay my head down surrounded by my life.
And dream of my home: The Berkshires.

as the sun sets over maori land
there is something so beautiful so grand
the hustle of the city way down below
lays bathed in the arms of the afternoon glow

clouds they slow the brightness pass
as they roll across and take grasp
severing the sun into two
doubling the vision and the view

orange is the reflection of harbours way
its creeping across and having its say
creating a shimmer of natural light
while i watch my lady with delight

relaxed i sit and drink it all in
sipping intently garnishing my grin
a beautiful view for all too see
on top of mt victoria where the air is free

afternoon hues paint the sky
colours i've never seen in a pastels eye
sketched by a hand of gentle intent
from the sky to the sea and the land that went....

Nothing compares with a hot sunny day
When a canopy of trees, give shaded way
Hidden and secure, from a hot summer sun
Sparkling through leaves, where a river runs

Rays of sunlight, sprinkled from above
Dancing on water, a lace made of love
Mesmerizing beauty, breathtaking-free
Shimmers with life, shrouded by trees

Draped in shadows, cooling breeze holds
As tinkle from water, gentle never bold
Meandering with caution, protected serene
Nature's gift allows, anyone to dream

Of trees and blossoms, capturing souls
As river makes its journey, towards goal
Peace and tranquility, enclosed in life
Depth-speed-sharp rocks, nature's vice.

hummingbird oh hummingbird how fast thee must be to make the day last longer and every second spent.How we compare to this tiny bird and try in every way. though lord the clock will always move and time will pass away. jazzcat

Like a pretty ghost you tempt with fragrence, while lurking in dreamy shadows of vivid colors. Your nector draws bees on intrepid wing, seeking redemption from the long winters nap. You simbolize spring with brilliance of allureing beauty.

Darkness envelopes
The world
Hidden in the deathps of the night air
The twinkling stars surround
Gliter like diamonds

Some red some violet some blue
Twinkling there rays to me and you
From far and wide we look to the sky
Motionless they trinkle in the night sky
In the cold damp dark sky

Color radiats they light the sky
For me and you

A cold winter night
splits a moonbeam light
and etches on a window-pane
a pattern of frost
to rival any artist’s brush
a sketch to paint so agleam.
A pattern so delights
On canvas versus glass
Nature’s hand is seen.

Colours represent beauty, to mesmerize
Some from autumn, or in summer skies
Difference between, a gentle flame
Bright-clear-cool, russet can't tame

Primary colours, sharp-powerful-strong
Until fragile spring daisies, petals long
Open golden centre, so bright as a sun
Riding high in blue skies, where clouds run

In winter, crisp white snow hides earth
Gown of purity, as a heavenly re-birth
Footsteps leave winter image, to guide
Those lost, their souls could have died

Spring, a special time when life wakes
Through the soil, explosions will break
Seeds in a hurry, to reach warming sun
As over land, newborn creatures run

Throughout each season, colours guide
Darkest in winter, when harsh winds ride
Across a scene, brown-brittle-bare
Waiting a spring, giving gentle care

So through sunshine, wind-snow-rain
Deep into soil, precious water drains
Stirring nurture, when time is right
Sun draws life in colours, for delight.

These four seasons, that rotate
Whether by ocean-mountain-lake
Colours enhance, our life and scene
Prove colours, a reality not a dream

What's the life of a Palm Tree?
Well it sees
The blue sky
And feels every breeze that brushes by.
It's soaks up the sun's rays
And watches the crashing of the ocean's waves,
Till the sun sets and the day ends,
Night time begins.
Night time is peaceful and dark
With the only light from the moon and stars,
Until it sees the wondrous sight
Of an amazing sunrise.
Ahead another beautiful day,
Yet it's not always that way,
A storm can sometimes occur
But it can endure.
It stands strong through the rain and wind,
It does it time and time again,
For it knows it'll eventually be clear
And the sun will once again appear,
To shine brightly on it's leaves.
This is the life of a Palm Tree.

The snow is falling down and once again a icy wind is blowing
There are lots of people pottering around with cold hands, warm hearts and face's that are glowing
And children enjoying splish splashing around the slushy puddle
For me there is nothing like a cold wet windy winters day to make one miss, wish....
one had a loving partner to hug..
snuggle up to, and cuddle :)

I sometimes wish i was a bird so
free to wander, soar on high
To fly off to wonderful, warm peaceful places, with beautiful scenery to bless, astound the eye

Migrate to a sunnier climate
with bright blue skies

And yet, with all that said....
I must admit i think i'd possibly miss the haven of my home,
and the comfort of my cosy bed !