Random Nature Poems (1,977)

Spring of forsythias

Who want to know wilderness of spring
Come to watch forsythias on the high mountain

Wind blowing up from all direction
Bring breath of ice earth from Siberia
Or of rain born by cyclone in Pacific
Her colorful collar flapping
Like a petal kiss the calyx
The last button on her shirt
Swallowed by the mouth of wind spirit
No one know when
While my hat spread its wing
Down to the valley
Without hesitation

At the summit
No one could reach to
Wild bees buzz in sunshine
Left their trace on the stone
By water of dark blue
Fisherman laid down his delicious bait
At that moment
Time passing by halting mingling
No one heard her push the shutter black box
tickling tickling

Previously beautiful pretty lady
Still singing alone
acompanying spring charming

I love a cloudy day when all is dark and dreary,That sleepy, cozy, kinda feeling that leaves us kinda weary.

Even as a child,I would love to sit and stare..as rain came down, and car's drove by splashing water everywhere!!!

It brings a sorta peace to me,dont know why some complain..as there is surely time for sunshine..but there's also time for the rain.

It makes me feel nostalgic,I love to ponder when..times were so much simpler,when I just hung out with friends.

Also it's romantic on a cloudy day to be..with that one you like to cuddle with, and kiss just you...and he.

So please try to appreciate the dark days like the bright,cause the God who created daylight..also created night.

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.

Comets, meteors and asteroids travel through the galaxies
of outer space, and often pass by Earth on many occasions,
when a comet get's too close to earth it could cause a
cataclysmic result, even to the extent of the extinction of
all life on planet Earth, Halley's Comet visits our planet

once every seventy five years, it's last sighting was in 1985.
when it was very difficult to observe, but way back in 1910
it was a totally different story, many people thought it was
the end of the world, as it came closer and closer to the Earth.
People on the ground seeing this disturbing sight were saying

"it's getting larger and it is so bright" others were saying "It's
doomsday we are all going to die" the old man says "It will
veer off, It will not hit us" a little girl looks to the sky and says
"Hold me daddy I am scared", minutes later the comet veers
off back into outer space, the old man says, " I told you we

would be safe it happened like that when I first saw the comet
back when I was only twenty years old". The world is once again
safe, and the comet will not return for another seventy five years.

Shhhh the room is dark,
not one noise being made.

The curtains are pulled shut,
a full moon is shinning.

Wondering why it is quiet,
because silence is calm.

Some can kindle a better thought
when there is silence.

Remember to whisper, to not be heard
or that would be noise.

Sometimes it is okay to be quiet,
just like a mouse.

So to be quiet,
~ is to not be heard~
©breathless22

I was woking one day,
and with fresh eyes I could see
a world of wonder
of many things that were new to any eyes opening.

I didn't know what was,
but knew it was a fresh start of something new,
I saw faces with funny looks
and I wondered why their eyes faced me.

I started to see, and make sense,
as I thought but didn't know
it would end up as it has, a reason unknown
but for a reason that was meant to be.

I see now it was a story of a person that was mixed up,
and saw what it all meant... Life.

John N R

Tall and stately you have stood
These past few centuries
I wish that I could talk to you
And hear your life's story

Antithesis of avian beauty
Monstrosity of the bird family
Head and neck very hideous looking
In dull black wrinkled up unfeathered skin

Exposed decaying animal matter
Can produce unhealthy bacteria
That can endanger other life species
Threatening them with illness and disease

Consumption of animal carrion
Is part of your normal food ingestion
Though your appearance may cause revulsion
You fulfil a most essential function

Your motion on land is very clumsy
With those black legs you step so awkwardly
Yet when you take off to the air in flight
Your graceful movement is a pleasant sight

Riding air currents way up in the sky
On motionless wings you go sailing by
While cruising up there at such a great height
You still search for food with your keen eyesight

Though to some, you may appear unsightly
Your role in nature is prized most highly
You are indeed a most worthy creature
I pay tribute to you, noble vulture

She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever laid eyes on,
From the first moment, she looked at me so trusting,
I became her slave for ever,
My love for her can never be surpassed or measured, in this or any other age…

To watch her blossom as her humble guide was the most exhilarating experience of my life to date,
On the other hand, whenever pain clouded her precious soul,
I begged the gods to punish me not her…

Her laughter was by far the best elixir anyone could ever give me,
Her tears, the worst punishment that could be meted out to me,
Her health was my health,
Her infrequent illnesses, became mine…

When I held her in my arms,
I was in paradise,
When life dictated that I be away from her,
Even my appetite for food would elude me…

Always, she so wanted to please me,
Always she was so shattered to disappoint me,
Like a delightful dancing pirouette,
She was so proud to perform for me…

I was her rock, her anchor,
She was my reason for drawing breath,
She was so talented,
Again and again I would stick my chest out in pride as her director…

I could hide nothing from her intelligent and very penetrating look,
Which sometimes made it very difficult for me as I navigated the turbulent river of life,
Antithetically, it was the joy of my life to come home from work and share good news with her…


To hold her hand and assure her that everything would turn out just fine,
Was a duty I that I took as a sacred and holy calling,
To say that she was a saint,
Is the understatement of the year…

Yet, she had a wild untamed streak in her,
As was thrillingly displayed when she straddled and rode a fully-grown African ostrich, in the heart of the dark continent once, a feat that many strong young men in our company shied away from[and with good reason, an ostrich’s well-aimed kick can cripple a lion]…

Who is she?
My wonderful one, my precious one, my pride and joy,
My exquisite daughter!!!

As she crouches atop a rock
the sea water laps at her feet.
She hugs her body, but shivers still
against the cold coming night air.

The thin gauze like dress does
little to give cover for the
black gash shows against her
soft brown skin. The pert aureoles
are pulled taut against the sheer.

The cold lapping water plays gently
against flushing lips and feels like
tongue has tickled in. The wind gives
mind I come for thee. So she stretches
up off the rock as night descends the dark.
The footfalls are seem for but an instant
as the sea water drinks her in.