Last Commented Nature Poems (1,977)

Sun rising, very slowly
Through the mountain notch
Where mist hangs over
Yellow birches watch
‘Till long autumn nights
Chill the air
Their leaves will fall

Looking up, flocks of geese
Sounded through the valley
Shattering the peace
An urgency for beating
All their wings
Fly in V-formation
Then be gone

Falling apples, make a bruise
Soft rotting smells
Attract the bees
For miles around
With much expertise
Suck in their mouths
The sweet juicy ooze

Shrieking loudly, on a twig
The startled blue jay
Dance a jig and flirt
Feet tightly frizz
Banner ‘blue and grey’
Sounding the alarm
Intruder alert!

Waterfalls, running over
The slippery ledge
Granite covered green
With carpets of moss
Growing down the ledge
Under canopy of
Glowing colored leaves

Winter, coming early
Long shadows grow
Birches are now bare
Before the first snow
Enters hurly-burly
Whispers its wind
A final, ‘Hush’

A gentle breeze flowing through the trees.
Feels so Peaceful, yet Powerful.
I could almost fall to my knees.

Sun so bright, no rain in sight.
A gentle breeze flies through my hair.
Taking away all of my cares.
Nothing else compares.

A gentle breeze feels so good against my
face and skin. Hear the birds sing, as the
branches sway and bend. A gentle breeze
against the sky, as I watch the lovely
clouds pass by.

A gentle breeze sent softly from above. This
Whisper I hear touches my soul, reminding
me that, YES, I AM LOVED!

The day is Beautiful with singing birds,
changing leafs and sunshine galore. I
believe along with the gentle breeze, who
could ask for anything more.

Colour floods this world of ours
everywhere it bursts and flows out
as it rains the colours reflect
in bands of yellows, reds and blues

Violet, orange, greens and indigo
making such a colourful splash
if you are lucky at its end
a pot of silver and gold awaits

Vibrant hues colour the forests
with shades of emerald and amber
our lakes sparkle in blue and white
as its waters tumble over the rocks

Lush flowers adorn the gardens
striped with natures pallet
trumpet bulbs of purple and red
each vying with its neighbour

A world without colour so gloomy
made of blacks, browns and greys
muted and drab they drain life away
leaving a world much too empty

Pastels bring back our hopes
as they lend themselves to nature
after all it is on this her canvas
that she paints her own picture

alone....
as I have no past, I have no future.
far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, their somber wishes never learned to stray, along the cool sequestered vale of life, they kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
yes! in the sea of life inisled, with echoing straits between us thrown, dotting the shoreless watery wild, we mortal millions live alone.
do you believe in the life to come?: mine was always that.
o born in days when wits were fresh and clear, and life ran gaily as the sparkling river. before this strange disease of modern life, with it's sick hurry, it's divided aims, it's heads o'ertaxed, it's palsied hearts, was rife fly hence, our contact fear!
the unbought grace of life, the cheap defense of nations, the nurse of manly sentiment and heroic enterprise is gone. that sensibility of principle, that chastity of honour, which felt a stain like a wound, which enobled whatever it touched, and under which vice itself lost half it's evil, by losing all it's grossness.
you will think me lamentably crude: my experience of life has been drawn from life itself.
for all men have one entrance into life, and the like going out.
to pass over youth in dull indifferance, to refuse the sweets of life because they once must leave us, is as preposterous as to wish to have been born old, because we one day may be old. for my part, my youth may wear and waste, but it shall never rust in my possession.
all animals, except man, know the principal business of life is to enjoy it.
our life is determined for us and it makes the mind very free when we give up wishing and only think of bearing what is laid upon us and doing what is given us to do.
as I stared the assorted meannesses and failed promises of life straight in the face...they stared back.
I put the muzzle of the revolver into my right ear and pulled the trigger.
I was out by one.
I remember an extraordinary sense of jubilation, as if carnival lights had been switched on in a drab street.
my heart knocked in it's cage, and life contained an infinite number of possibilities.
so......
what three of all shall I entertain, or shall entertain me?
I am ignorant of absolute truth, but I am humble before my ignorance and therein lies my honour and my reward.
I'll take the sea, the sun, and the sand.

Watch and listen carefully.
There, do you hear the stirring?
Wander over and move the bracken
see the hedgehog scurry away,
now fat and sleepy


Tall pines are waving
as the gentle breeze blows
branches are dancing


Aromatic scent of their wood
floods the valley, everything
smelling so fresh from the tang.
Birds sing out in happiness
perching high up in the canopy.


The mighty oak who's
heavily laden acorns
crash down to the ground


Squirrels quickly gather them up
to store for winter hiding them
in hollow trunks and small cracks.
Then tuck themselves up
in their dreys to hibernate


Horse chestnut ripens
swelling up in fruition
kernels taste so sweet


Now the hot chestnut sellers
stand by their braziers
toasting the nuts
passing them out in
brown paper bags,
watch the child tossing one
from hand to hand
impatient for them to cool


Ash stately stands guard
over the silent churchyard
no trespassing here


Well tended graves
nestle under its canopy
crosses and angels standing watch too,
a quiet place to come and reflect.


Yew so poisonous
keeps the animals at bay
protecting the graves

Little honey bee
flying wild and free
sees flowers all around
now he's homeward bound

Look around you at the changing leafs, the beauty of the swaying trees. The endless ocean and seas, bringing with them such peace. There is beauty all around. Listen and hear the sound of nature and her beauty abound.

The sun goes down a little quicker than before. The ocean screams outloud with a roar. Summer has left and Fall is here. I am missing the summer but it is not that time of the year. Still, all the sun and fun I missed. I long by the sun to be kissed.

I will enjoy each and everyday. Even though Winter will soon be on it's way. Let it snow so that I can play. I'll build and snowman or slide on a sleigh. No matter what to me, it will be one blessed day!

They come in
All shapes and sizes
A rose bud
A bulb of life
In its own cacoon hidden

Waiting to be born
In its deapths holding its new born
The seeds
New life waitng to be born

In the darkness buried not so deep
Wanting for the rain and sunshine
The warmth of the spring day
From bulb to adult flower


Grows taller day by day
Into the light emergess its stem
Open it flowery head
Petals glare in the sun

Fully grown it asurbs the light the heat
Waiting for the water the giver of life
The sun flower is born
It begins its life

I come from nest on ridge top high,
I speak with such a shrill cry,
And soar out into the blue sky,
To search with a sharp eye.

For thirty miles I fly around,
Or float like in a dream,
Past woods and fields; all common ground,
Follow a river upstream.

Till last my flight is now complete,
When my prey comes in my sight,
A banquet of fresh blood and meat,
Meet my talons I will smite.

I cry out fear before I plunge,
For panic is my good friend,
At last I swoop my wings and lunge,
For death comes quick in the end.

With strong curved beak I snap and tear,
Ripping clean through fur and hide,
The still throbbing heart of the hare,
Staring up with its eyes wide.

And here and there a muffled moan,
Such a whimpering poor soul,
A raptor by its fierceness known,
Only hunger to console.

Wandering along the winding trail I watch as hawks play
ducking and diving, swooping and tumbling and climbing
up again, making a magnificent display backed by their
shrill cries to each other

Riding the thermals
climbing up in unison
wild spirits air bound

They have three fledglings to rear, so back to hunting
they go, sharp eyes spotting the rustle in the undergrowth
wings folded they plunge down like raining bullets
striking hard they carry it back to the nest to feed the chicks

Three fluffy small chicks
baby plumage now changing
they look so scruffy

Now fully feathered they flap and stretch their wings
then first one takes to wing finding it hard to land
it misses its mark a few times, at last alighting
undignified on a branch

New generation
one day they too will have chicks
and so the cycle goes