Nature
Here where the World is quiet
There where all trouble seems
Dead Winds and spent Waves
Riot in time dreams of dreams
I watch the green Field growing for
Keeping dirt fresh and sowing
Harvest Season and mowing
A sleeply Nature of tears and laughter
A Poet writes that word of intelligent
May come Naturely
I am reading books of Days experience
Desires and dreams
And powers and everything
Only art here live has Nature for neighbor
And far from Poetry or best wan Waves
And rain labor Winds strong Ships
And spirits steer
They drive a drift and whither wot
Not who make thither
Nature sweet hither
Pale without Name or number
In fruitless Fields of corn
All Night till Good light is born
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
