Last Commented Nature Poems (1,977)

It is January folks – what can I say
Dull dark gray and cold days
Christmas is over and all the good cheer
We’re in the beginning of a new year

Amazing how desire for snow fades
After the wonder and magic of Christmas Day
Real life sets in and work routines return
Kids back to school for another term

New Year’s resolutions fading away
Then gotten out next New Year’s Day
Snowmen sit idle and skiing no longer fun
Looking to Spring being able to get out and run

Valentine’s Day – St. Patrick’s Day – Easter beck
Giving us something to look forward to next
Red hearts and roses given with love
Don’t forget her favorite is chocolate Dove

Baby Easter Bunnies running a great race
Leaving bright and colorful eggs all over the place
Celebration of our Lord and Savior dying for us
His love and grace giving us his Heaven’s sureness

St. Patrick’s Day of green and gold
Bagpipes playing Irish songs of old
Leprechauns playing mischievous tricks
Appearing and disappearing real quick

So hang in there folks as January comes and goes
Better weather and sunshine will soon set our world aglow
I think we are given these dull and gray days
To appreciate the upcoming warm days of play

In 2 billion years the Milky Way
will digest the Large Magellanic Cloud
a dance of two galaxies
who had the time to wait.

I don't spend much time looking at the sky
but last night it was lit up like a canvas of light
with all the constellations just so.

In 4.5 billion years we get punched by Andromeda
its unknown how it will go apart from some
black holes that might get bigger

Earth might get shuffled around
but by then the sun will be a Red Giant
and we all get charcoalled anyway

The woods were alarmed with chatter
They had been here long enough
Grass been cut and only hay matter
Tucked safely away in the loft
But the wind ever wild will inspire
Swirled the rising smoke in spirals
Fire's gentle heat is seeking shelter
Fighting off the enshrouding mist
I am the guardian of winter solstice
The light of creation in our midst
The champion and lonely survivalist
Standing guard over all that subsist
Mindful of the waxing gibbous moon
Uncertainty of its light to follow
Beckoning a wood fire gentlest boon
Back along the ridge and o’er the hollow

(c) Yankee4You 2020

Looking out the window
Into the bleak of day
Grey clouds hover
As palm fronds gently sway
Raindrops gather
To run down windowpane
As the coolness creeps in
To regulate my sane
Moods change
As smiles appear
Darkness gathers
With just a hint of fear
The long dry spell
Finally broken through
As I ponder intently
What next I could do.......

she looks at me, mid pub, and asks
in a way, rhetorical
as if she knows something
I don't and will never

"why do you live on a boat?"

for the sounds of raindrops
above my sleeping head
for my conversation with dawn
always the same woman
uniquely dressed

for ebb for flow for light
light such as it is
it informs, comforts, and listens
for breeze, whiped

for a wild mirror
pitched at an angle
past me
to show truth

for the lone swan
whose visits mean more
to me than it

for the years that should have taken
yet didn't.

for the woman I'll know I'll meet
who speaks in the dialect
of unaware kindness
dresses in the clothes of realism
and sings in the key of smiling

for ropes for knots
bowline
single sheet bends
carrick bends
reef
anchor hitch

arteries around
this chamber of peace

It’s low tide
And a light northeaster
Cools down the last of the day
The evening hues begin to reveal themselves
Reflecting off the wet sand and down onto the tiny surf
And although the sun had left the beach
It still shines bright on the majestic island just a kilometre or so offshore
Highlighting the green of the scrub
The yellow of sand coloured rock
And the chocolate brown of the surrounding tidal rocks
This sitting in a sea of light blue is astounding
The northern harbour wall is split evenly in two with the dark brown of tidal mark and the silvery grey of the armour rock
Puffs of random apricot clouds drift listlessly
As the dropping sun paints the opposite ends of the earth and amazing lilac and grey
What artist can reach from one end of earth to the other
A young child wearing but her skin frolics in the sand resisting her mother’s calls
As a lone tinny makes his way back to the harbour
As the nesting plovers ward off the presence of a hawk lingering
And so the afternoon ends ......

Whether you believe in evolution
Or perhaps you believe in creation
All living things that dwell on Mother Earth
Are obligated to her for their birth

And what about the magnificent Sea
Where all the life forms there exist freely
Through the clouds, Sea supplies Earth with water
Which living things need to grow and prosper

Sky houses the clouds which provide the rain
That falls on the Earth again and again
The setting sun lights the sky brilliantly
Creating a scene of wondrous beauty

Earth, Sea and Sky exist in harmony
Comprising a glorious Trinity

Special time, when sun must fade
Praise to nature, night beauty made
Light dims, sun loses strength-heat
Dreams are waiting, earth must sleep

Peace overcomes, buzz was the day
Muted colours now, subdued not gay
Sky darkens, soon broken by stars
Moon becomes lantern, to guide far

Across land, mountains and to sea
Lapping waves, on shoreline so free
Breeze stirs wind, to chase clouds
Silent beauty understated, never loud.....

I am connected to Nature
And Nature is connected to me
From the tiniest insect
To the largest tree
From creatures in the deepest ocean
To those on top the highest mountain
From the tiniest ant
To the largest elephant
The tree takes in what I exhale
And returns to me what I inhale
I consume as food, plant life from the earth
After I die, on my remains they will feed
I am connected to Nature
And Nature is connected to me

Stillness of morning, silence controls
Dawn has broken, giving earth its soul
Colour explodes, as sun-rays dance
Dew on grass, as flowers enhance

Overall appearance, a waking day
Fresh-shiny, waits creatures who play
Dawn chorus, as birds join in
Lift anticipation, all sing

Sun as a clock, the world wakes
Across mountains, oceans and lakes
Stirring imagination, also sound
Emotional thoughts, united abound

Seasons of a world, bursting forth
Hope stirs passion, a driving force
Morning comes with hope, a new day
Sun wakes nature's crystals, dazzling rays.

Every morning, new hope is renewed
Around the world, with dawn it's cue
Whether sunny or cloudy, hope is alive
And so each morning, a positive drive.......