Nature poems-poems about trees, rocks, sunlight, etc.
Fire Dancers
Wind has it's birds
that soar through the air
Water has it's fishes
who swim in the sea
Earth has it's worms
that play in the dirt
But who
dances through flame and
flickers through smoke?
Who dives in the light and
cowers in campfire shadows?
And what are their names, these
fierce fire dancers?
On a cold winter night I ask.
Have You Ever
Have you ever stopped to wonder
at the sunlight
through leaves
Have you ever stopped to wonder
at the cool night sky
where the white stars fly
Have you ever stopped to wonder
like me,
alone,
just for a minute,
A Peaceful Calm.
Seasons and their definitions
Winter: the last or final period of life, with decline and decay.
The frosty winter wind just blew in. It carries coruscating snow, welcome fun, and below zero weather.
The frosted trees and bare and bleak.
Spring: to be released from a constrained position. To rise, leap or move suddenly.
Spring is calling, dropping off some very muddy situations, misty air, and sparking green life.
Melting trees carry wee little buds.
Summer: the period of finest development, perfection or beauty.
Summer is visiting. It escorts blistering stuffy heat, refreshing dips in crystal streams, and radiant bursting blossoms.
Trees are bursting with fresh green leafs and maybe even fruits and flowers.
Fall: to become less, to loose status, dignity, position, etc.
Fall has arrived with falling fire leaves, nippy coolness and spooky Jack o' lanterns riding piggy back.
The trees are aflame.
And then winter blows in.
Clay vase
I am made of earth
small bits of stone ground smooth is all I am
I am made of water
water moistens me, making me shape-able. Now I can be formed into a pot.
I am made of air
air dries me, so I will not explode when put into fire.
I am made of fire
fire hardens me, a hard pot I am now,
ready to serve the maker.
Sunrays
Golden spotlights peek out from behind trees,
Misted over with magic.
They look at us, deciding whether they should
Warm our cheeks, or to leave us and let us freeze.
The sun rises and
the heat pulses through our blood.
Fall
Fire leaf
dances with a million others.
Rakes
comb the wild fray.
Chilly air
burns as I breath in.
The hearth
fills with flame once again.
Winter clothing
is brought from dusty closets, and
Night
seeps into day.
Fall...
is here.
Wind has it's birds
that soar through the air
Water has it's fishes
who swim in the sea
Earth has it's worms
that play in the dirt
But who
dances through flame and
flickers through smoke?
Who dives in the light and
cowers in campfire shadows?
And what are their names, these
fierce fire dancers?
On a cold winter night I ask.
Have You Ever
Have you ever stopped to wonder
at the sunlight
through leaves
Have you ever stopped to wonder
at the cool night sky
where the white stars fly
Have you ever stopped to wonder
like me,
alone,
just for a minute,
A Peaceful Calm.
Seasons and their definitions
Winter: the last or final period of life, with decline and decay.
The frosty winter wind just blew in. It carries coruscating snow, welcome fun, and below zero weather.
The frosted trees and bare and bleak.
Spring: to be released from a constrained position. To rise, leap or move suddenly.
Spring is calling, dropping off some very muddy situations, misty air, and sparking green life.
Melting trees carry wee little buds.
Summer: the period of finest development, perfection or beauty.
Summer is visiting. It escorts blistering stuffy heat, refreshing dips in crystal streams, and radiant bursting blossoms.
Trees are bursting with fresh green leafs and maybe even fruits and flowers.
Fall: to become less, to loose status, dignity, position, etc.
Fall has arrived with falling fire leaves, nippy coolness and spooky Jack o' lanterns riding piggy back.
The trees are aflame.
And then winter blows in.
Clay vase
I am made of earth
small bits of stone ground smooth is all I am
I am made of water
water moistens me, making me shape-able. Now I can be formed into a pot.
I am made of air
air dries me, so I will not explode when put into fire.
I am made of fire
fire hardens me, a hard pot I am now,
ready to serve the maker.
Sunrays
Golden spotlights peek out from behind trees,
Misted over with magic.
They look at us, deciding whether they should
Warm our cheeks, or to leave us and let us freeze.
The sun rises and
the heat pulses through our blood.
Fall
Fire leaf
dances with a million others.
Rakes
comb the wild fray.
Chilly air
burns as I breath in.
The hearth
fills with flame once again.
Winter clothing
is brought from dusty closets, and
Night
seeps into day.
Fall...
is here.