Tag: Writing poetry about nature
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In The Beautiful Wild Places
On Higger Tor out in the open country in the beautiful, wild places, away from the noise away from people and all the sins they invent out with the heather and grass the worts and the orchids with the sun and then rain under the blue and then grey skies on the hills by the…
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Hope And The Seeds Of Life
Spring Is The Season Of Hope spring seeds sown in hope promising new life to come waiting for the sun
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The Wonderful Cycle Of The Seasons
The Turning Circle Of Life Last day of winter Spring comes again tomorrow Life begins anew
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On The Oceans Of Wind
This Is Where The Wild Things Live Seagulls, untethered from the sky, float in the violent air, like wreckage pushed and pulled by these stormy winds away from their aimless heading. There is no care in them. The trees below tear and thrash, limbs break and crash on the reef of earth below, scattered like…
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Nature In A Playful Mood
And The Wind Cries Mary winds wreaking havoc breaking branches and loose roofs nature having fun
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The Love Life Of The Stars
A Universal Love Story The sun of men and the maid of stars live for now, and then, sic transit glorias, they will die forever, two star-crossed lovers, each part of the other, in a future that neither will ever see. In time, they will be born of each other, the children of their kindred,…
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Shining Light Of Ending Night
bright moon of morning shining light of ending night such a wondrous sight
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Sunshine Like A Shy Girl
Sunshine Like A Shy Girl sun shining through trees like a girl hiding her smile nature is so shy
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The Crow Flies Straight At Me
The Crow Flies Straight At Me The crow flies straight at me, up from the right, heading for the window where I stand watching this petty world spin out and down before me. As the bird sails past, it eclipses the sun that gilds the underwings of its slick black feathers, so oiled and polished,…
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Seductive Winter Sunshine
Seductive Winter Sunshine Early primroses Seductive winter sunshine Hard frost is coming
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Like Veins Of The Sky
Like Veins Of The Sky Like veins of the sky, the stark black branches of trees beat against the clouds.
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Leaves and Birds And Beads Of Pearls
Leaves and Birds And Beads Of Pearls Leaves wear beads of pearls Blackbirds fly in dark silence Days are lightening
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The Dead Of Winter Garden
The Dead Of Winter Garden The dead of winter garden is still, unruffled by any breeze, birdless, waiting for change. Soil, moist with the mist of days, lies undisturbed by anything save the cold fingers of frost. Stalks of grass, green still, and erect, even now, hang on to pearls of dew like the talons…
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Little Green Shoots
Little Green Shoots first month of winter little green shoots grow and show the first signs of spring
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A Shroud Of Clouds
A Shroud Of Clouds blanketing the sky clouds like a grey, tattered shroud swaddle the cold earth
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The Early Bird Wars
The Early Bird Wars December sixteenth. Magpies picking nesting place Readying for spring. Waiting and watching, Two territorial crows Will tear it apart. Again, like last year, And like all the years before, Corvid wars begin.
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A Brilliant Prism
A Brilliant Prism Even now, in this most inglorious season, in the discomfort of it, the cold, bright ugliness of its days, the barren dark of the nights, even now it can be found, that moment of beauty, seen by you and only you out of all the people in the world. It hurts your…
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Bare Naked Limbs
Bare Naked Limbs bare branches of trees naked black limbs scratch grey skies coat of snow to come
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First Frost
First Frost first frost of the year fogged breath and icing on leaves the sun is still warm
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Die Free On The Breeze
Die Free On The Breeze Wind blown autumn leaves Cast off, unneeded by trees Die free on the breeze
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The Crow Is A Knowing Thing
Magnificently black, shining, preened clean of the nonsense of sin, it sits and waits and watches. It is a knowing thing, the crow. It sees the lesser birds and their busyness, their toing and froing with beaked worms and grubs and slugs and bugs. It knows their business, the crow, and the lesser birds, they…
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Dark Half Of The Year
Dark Half Of The Year Autumn equinox dark half of the year begins light nights are ending