Last Commented Nature Poems (1,977)

Frozen white droplets of water falling on the cold land

Bare leafless trees reach to the sky in a dormant state

Haze and clouds block the sunlight as days grow short

I look thru the window as days seems long and lifeless

The cold sends chills throughout our bodies as we seek shelter

How we yearn for the sun upon our faces as we think of spring

The lakes waters hard now in a frozen state

We warm ourselves in front of the fire with a blanket and a book of poems

A sip of red wine as we cuddle together to stay warm and at peace

The cold has brought us so close together on this cold winters night

Outside my window
I watch you
since winter began
to hold your beauty close...

I will protect you
from the rain and cold
as you wear
your grayish-green coat...

when Springtime comes
you will release
your sweet perfume
exotic in all its splendor!

Your beautiful flower
like hands will open
fingers uncurling
your beauty hidden in winter...

Silvery streaks of moonlight
peeking in my window
Teasing and caressing my senses

The palm trees stand silent observers
To this shimmering thief
Illuminating my night

The desire to walk and bathe in its incandescent glow
Is overpowering

So
naked am I
As I succumb to its bewitching charm
And raise my arms to dance
silently
slowly
Feeling the glorious light on my skin
I am blissful

blackbirds in the rain
walking among the fallen leaves
under the old mango tree
with dripping leaves
bathing the grass below
blackbirds diligently lifting
the rain soaked fallen leaves
peering underneath for insects
and worms
flushed out
by the drizzling rain
pausing to gulp one down
then scooting off again
searching for more

sitting under the shed
with raindrops playing their music
on the galvanised sheet roof
with a beat
that resonates
within my inner being
putting me in a trance
connecting me to the rain
and the puddles on the ground
with the raindrops
gently tapping the water's surface
creating rings that collide
with one another
disrupting their individual shapes
creating a dynamic new pattern
reflecting their unity
and bubbling with energy
in the drizzling rain

O what a deep feeling
of peacefulness and serenity
with the rain
the dripping leaves
and the puddles
serenading my spirit
with the eternal song of Nature
and merging it into the
Unity Of All Things

Splatters of color
splashed
upon a canvas of life.
Brightening up the sky
showing me the beauty
that is around us.
Letting me see the depth
of all that could be.
Painting the world as if
with a brush to create
a new scene one stoke at
a time .
For each day the picture
can change right before
you as you look at it.
This is how the season
come into being.

In awesome wonder, bemused with naive gaze,
glanced I, upon the garden's flowered sprays,
keen of eye, gathered therein nature's spree,
enhanced by filtered shades majestic nearby tree,
exhibiting splendour by earth's fond woven braid,
Zephyr kissed, where dancing breezes played,
from Dawn's soft light 'til eve's fired close,
weaves coloured sweet, a bouquet of repose,

Blessed quietude, abounds my garden here,
akin to infant innocence, happy smiles spun dear,
each flowered season, here I joyous spend,
ne'er to question, man made why's or when,
cloistered hours, its sacred aura breathing know
humble adoration amid plants that nature sow,
mocks human society, oft course, low and rude,
thus my sanctuary, found amid my garden's solitude;

Oft have I, bathed among its velvet carpet green,
honoured eyes, in silence, its blushing wonders seen,
oft methinks, how brazen lovers would the Oceans tame
with profanities pomp, carve their name
thoughtless, upon the bark of some proud tree,
ply conceited hope, the world their name to see,
like, loose lipped devotion, temporarily to be found,
proud trees longevity, alone the world astound,

With quiet pride, this passioned life I lead,
'tis life's long melody, music played upon each reed,
like as fruits of labour gathered at harvest time,
complimented, by rich the ruby of the vine
where song birds on nearby boughs sit and sing,
preen their plumage and whet there coloured wing,
and all around, where e'er I smiling pass,
ever bonnie, like my remembered Highland Lass,

how life has me allowed, bounteous hours accrue,
time's daily dial, seasoned flowers set anew
blossom thru', both mild and mid-days burning sun,
to pleasure court, the untamed Zodiac's run,
whilst e'er the toil of the industrious bee
computes its hours, guile-less, better far than we,
thus I, with labourous joy, those wholesome hours,
what better sway, than loiter amid my garden flowers.

Its that time of year when we move further away from the sun and days are short

The weather turns cold and the colors go dormant as the leaves fall

The white snow comes and clings to the bare trees and covers the brown grass and has a beauty of its own when left untouched. The lakes freeze over and the homes covered like mounds of cocoons that look warm inside as we sip our hot chocolates. The children play in the icy snow and build snow men and snowball for fun and skate on the frozen waters or on the man made rinks or a couple hand in hand like a romantic walk. We sleep more like the animals waiting for the dreams of spring when the sun and colors return as the cycle of life oh winter day

that comes our way today

What the hell have I
...but hands full of dust
From beneath that dead tree without shelter nor brush
Upon this desolate land without shadow or shade
Where the earth has been scorched and it's skin is decayed
Those who will enter shall fall by the sword
Then portioned to jackals gnawing the bones from before
What the hell have I
...but somber mournings at dawn
The tree replied life and death is what you hold in thy palm
It showed me love and hate inside of one grain of sand
Courage and fear within another then evolution of man
And It revealed something different from either hand I held clutched
For the ground that I stood was auctioned for material lust
Then it said as your shadow at morning is striding behind
Or your shadow rising at evening into infinite nights
I am older than angels and will live long after your death
I acquiesced then surrendered as my heart would reflect
Captivated by wild flowers growing upon rotted flesh
As song echoed from tombstones where willows made nest
What the hell have I
...upon this rented earth
A hand full of dust or the essentials of birth

~JJF ~

Though I am but a grain of sand
Shipwrecked upon this earthly strand,
I dream of infinite delights
Encountered high in heaven's heights.

I’m looking up beneath night skies
Where star-strewn oceans fill my eyes,
And cosmic pearls in ink-black seas
Bestow their radiance on me.

Across this dream of time and space
Do myriad angel's voices race.
Across this sweep of space and time
They send their message wrapped in rhyme:

‘This second in eternity
We share with you our ecstasy!
Your loving family from on high
With hope would fill your ear and eye!

‘No chains shall hold --
No bars shall keep you
From your cosmic destiny,
Even though you now stand all alone
In the blackened crater
Of your burned-out dreams.

SAS

When it left the Artic it was as a wild angry wind
that stormed its way across the ice bound Artic ocean.
Blowing the snow clad icebergs and whipping up the ocean.
As it crossed Alaska and into Canada it had gentled
now it played games with leaves and softly kissed flowers.

Gaily it soared over the Rockies and tugged goats beards
causing them to shake their heads and stamp their feet.
In Playful mood it swept on hugging the coast teasing ships
then veering in it travels the plains and grows in strength
turning into a raging tornado causing havoc as it passes.

Moving ever southward it basks in now warm sunshine
and skips over the gulf of Mexico filling yachts sails.
Deep down in south America it turns into a wild fury that
uproots trees snapping them in half like matchsticks,
Then onward once more dancing past the Falkland islands.

Its destiny is now in sight and with triumphant roar
it rushes on over the Antarctic ocean and slides up
the icy barrier then screams its way across the tundra
yet slowly it loses its power and as it reaches the incline
this moody wind fades away until with final breath it dies.