Last Commented Nature Poems (1,977)

I sit between two circles
On a bench cast in iron
Pitted with age and memories
Beneath my feet lie
Paths of crazy paving
Trying to mock
All that is order in life
A grassed outer circle
Sits sheltered by trees
Each of differing hues
Rooted to life
Fighting for space
In a genetic battle
Where light
Is their only master
Small insects travel
Hither and thither
Searching for existence
But never sure
Where it may lie
But seeming to understand
That it is here somewhere



The small inner circle
Is ringed in iron spears
Sharp and erect
Like a guard of honour
Flowers form a barricade
To the inner sanctum
Grateful for the wisps
Of life giving spray
Repaying their dues
With an abundance of colour
A small fountain
Cascades back into itself
With that soft caress
Only water can exude
Mesmerising my thoughts
Spreading its gentle fall
Over my very being
Until I seem to reach
A state of pure peace
It is only here
For that moment in time
That life
Stalls

Sunrise, ocean waves
a woman walks a small dog
courage for the day

a tree peeling bark
summers come and winters go
little insects watch

‘Twas a foggy foggy morn
Down by the harbour wall
A ships mast appeared
Lurking ghostly and tall
Out through the mist
A canoeist appeared
Striving for perfection
His style all but revered
Out to the horizon
Where I thought it to be
A sun was on the rise
Trying to break free
But the fog was the master
In this story being told
It’s depth like a glue
Just taking its hold
And just when I thought
I couldn’t see any more
A shaft of light broke through
I could not ignore
It reflected off the water
In a shimmering way
A circle of blue and silver
What words could I say
Astounded at the beauty
That blessed me that day
I reached for my pencil
For words to portray ………

Per essere Padrone del Mondo ci vuole poco:
Un paio di scarpe robuste quando fa freddo
E una camicia larga e lunga quando fa caldo.
Poi si deve andare lontano, davvero lontano da te stesso,
Cosi perso e cosi stanco … Cosi solo …
E da tutta questa gente inutile e presuntuosa …
Da tutto questo parlare e fare senza sapere nulla.
E dimenticare quando hai sofferto e quando hai già vissuto.
Trovare due innamorati sulla spiaggia per riuscire ricordare
La luce dello sguardo di quelli pochi che ti amavano veramente.
E saper riunire la forza e la gioia del tuo primo respiro
Con quelle dell’ultimo che non posso dire come sarà …

Ed ecco sei Tu, Padrone del Mondo,
Di questo Mondo e questa Vita
Che , finalmente, appartengono a Te.

I glided on a bird today
Not so much actual
More by words I’d say
And with it I felt
Ever so free
So let me explain
The story to thee
You see a gull came
Within my sight
Three feet away
Hovering in flight
Not a wing moved
As if frozen there
His view became mine
Did he want to share
For what seemed ages
Almost paralysed
I saw the world
Through his eyes
I tilted my head
To the right
To follow his
Line of sight
Then looked out
Straight ahead
As he had done
And I had read
Now to the left
I looked as well
We were one
I could only tell
Then the breeze
Picked up a bit
Just like that
He moved with it
And I was left
Staring there
With only but
My words to share ………

Softly falls the summer rain
In the middle of the night
I lay awake and listen as it drops
Falling off the porch roof
Landing everywhere
Soaking into the parched earth

Far away a lonely call is heard
The feint whistle of a passing train
Everything else is silent
Taking a break from the buzz
The world is asleep
Even the barking dog

Alone without moon or stars
Darkest of the summer nights
A soft warm breeze will blow
In through the open window
Fresh and clean as life
Linens are hung

Flight of a wandering mind
Rising above the clouds or rain
A dream walker that leaves
Its tired and weary bones
Listen to the rain falling
Mystifying my thoughts

I will burn down to the edge of the highway

A fire barely contains the rituals of late spring

Leaving everything behind in my blackened path

Waiting for at last the light and seeds to grow

Hardest part of life is leaving everything aside

Sometimes you have to lose something

Have to realize what you had to leave behind

Never burning anything outside your own boundaries

You always remember being left with the same taste

On the tip of your very own tongue and in your eyes

On your clothes as well as ……on your face

The sun becomes a tangerine smear against the horizon

And then there is a strawberry moon born in June

Cold and bleak my day began
A drizzle of rain not my plan
I trudged along the heavy sand
My body toiling under demand

Crisp the air my lungs draw in
Tears from my nose do begin
Clarity of mind is no sin
As I lift my head to straighten my chin

I glance out across the sea
A shaft of light breaking free
Sending hope down to me
As I ponder on what could be

I reach my climb feeling ok
The dunes fresh but yet to play
Leave a mark with little say
The view amazing in every way

A couple of laps and I’m down again
The clouds dissolved from the rain
The sun a sight of no pain
As I make my way to the watery lane

Wading through salt and sun
Warmth on my back has begun
Winters brisk morning now undone
As I return to where I started from…

Sunshine in the rain
Peaceful is this life again
Breeze on the water

Green as a wet fern
Freshness as a mountain kissed
Blue as summer skies

Run away with me
I will help you find your way
Going home again

birds merrily sing
the woodlands teeming with sound
healing nature calls

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trickling mountain streams
the roar of huge waterfalls
both beautiful sounds

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morning sunrise dawns
night time surrenders slowly
behold the new day

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