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Quatrain Nature Poems | Quatrain Poems About Nature

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How Poetry Began

That thing that we call poetry -
when asked where it began,
I’d say it started beautifully
before the dawn of man!

It glistened on the oceans
before man came to be.
It blossomed on the grassy cliffs
that met the first great sea.

It glittered in the moon and stars
and beamed on earth below
in meadows where bright flowers danced
and on the pristine snow.

It sparkled on the lakes and streams,
and when man came along,
he took sweet words that flowed to him
and turned them into song.

This was how it always was
before we knew of time.
The poet who begot us all
made it to be sublime.

Poetry has now evolved,
and as with many things,
there are many kinds.  . .  but I
still like it when it sings!

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014


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Heritage

The ranch on which I hang my hat, though short on most the frills,
Is thirteen sections, give or take, of rugged trails an’ hills.
We call it ‘home’, our little world, our very own frontier,
Amongst the cattle, sheep an' goats; the varmints, hogs an' deer.

Today I watched the breakin' dawn an' whiffed the mornin' air,
A time I often set aside for things like thought an' prayer.
A Mockin'bird an' Mornin' Dove, an' other birds at play,
Were there to sing an' set the mood to start another day.

This mornin' saw the strangest thing, like time itself had merged,
An' all the souls who once were here, appeared an' then converged.
In swirlin' clouds of mist an' fog, right off the bluffs they rolled,
Till all had gathered in the glen, the modern an' the old.

The Indians, conquistadors, an' other ancient men,
The soldiers from this country's wars, an' cowboys from back when…
They all had come from yesterday to help me understand
Our link with those who came before, to heritage an' land.

A crazy notion, so I thought, that they could just appear,
But as the morning went along the reason got real clear.
They rode along with me that day to show me things I’ve missed,
The things I’ve seen a thousand times an’ some I’d just dismissed.

Those wagon roads of long ago, still evident today,
Are carved in rock an' rutted earth, not apt to wash away.
They linked the missions, forts an' towns those many years gone by;
An' left their mark for all to see, as modern times grew nigh.

The artifacts an' weathered ruins attest to yesterdays,
When others came an' lived their lives in very different ways.
We've seen their skill in arrowheads they honed from fired stone,
An' craftsmanship in beads an' tools they fashioned out of bone.

At ever turn and trail we took was something to remind,
The Maker must have had a plan laid out for humankind.
The Earth He made’s been feedin' us a half-a-million years,
An' used it's wonder, force an' change to challenge pioneers.

I do not know if they'll return or if they’ll feel the need,
But I’m prepared to ride the trail, where ever it may lead.
We all are spirits ridin’ time with bodies of the Earth,
Whose time has come to take the reins an’ offer up our worth.

The land has been the legacy we cultivate an’ reap,
The life has been the heritage our father’s fought to keep,
An’ we are bound throughout our time with those who came before,
To put our hearts and souls to it, and make it something more.

Copyright © Jim Fish | Year Posted 2009

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Sculpted Shades Of White

Starlight, pierces ebony,
above, sculpted shades of white.
And moonbeams, soften the scene,
gilding night, with golden light.

Donning, a crystalline dress, 
Nature's, a picture of grace.
And, draped in feathery down,
stands frozen, in time and space.

Billions of flakes, gather on
bare branches, where they soon freeze.
And, subtle features are carved,
by the breath, of a sharp breeze.

The wind, doesn't blow enough, 
to dislodge, the sticky snow.
And, the laden branches bend,
bowing, impossibly low.

Cold, casts an enchanted spell,
in the throes, of arctic chill.
And silence, imbues magic,
to winter's, artistic skill.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015


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September

Trees reach like glowing embers
to singe the autumn skies.
Leaves burst with blinding colour
like sparks that spin and rise
Then a breath of weightless fog
moves across the silent lake
where trails of molten clouds
fill the sunset's smoky wake.
The harvest moon emerges
like a second burning sun
to fill the sky with button-stars
that morning pulls undone. 
Sunlight floods the gardens
to melt the morning dew.
This is where my heart resides
since September gave me you.

Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2015

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Winter Guardians

Rows of heavy snow flocked pines
In varied heights stretch to touch
White cloud dappled azure skies.
Their blue-gray shadows cast across

Pristine snow and swift river's flow.
Steep hillsides lure camera lenses 
With picturesque clear alpine air,
Sharing serene senses with dawn.

Shimmering bright in solar light,
Powdered snow in angelic glow
Captures diamond crystal auras
Reflected off the drifted mounds.

Rounded river rocks dressed with
Snow covered marshmallow tops
Greet the beauty of the celestial sun,
In divine display of this blessed day.

©Connie Marcum Wong

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2017

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Silver Waves Upon The Shore

Pushed there for a thousand years
and will be for a thousand more,
pushed there by the gentle winds
the silver waves upon the shore.

Ancient trees who watched here daily
are now dark silhouettes 'round the rim,
as dusk settles in over the still lake
and a dragonfly takes a final skim.

As the sun dips below the surface
silver waters gain a hint of gold,
their riches flow around my feet
giving me memories to be told.

The sands of time sift down below
where life goes drifting by,
and laid there for a thousand years
and beneath them, so shall I.

And become like a silhouette
to watch all life drift by,
and reliving in every moment
never stopping to ask why.

Pushed there by flowing currents
and the wind's most gentle roar,
I fade away like the golden sun
glint silver waves upon the shore.



Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2016

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Plastic Paradise

Time’s ticking, for whooping cranes,
wild buffalo, and prairie dogs.
For their losses, outweigh their gains,
displaced by cattle, sheep, and hogs.

The elephant and the blue whale
may share the fate ,of the dodo.
For their lives are now endangered,
like the dragons of Komodo.

Alligator and crocodile,
tread the fringes of extinction.
And the California condor’s 
future, hangs on its distinction.

Baby seals are slaughtered, for fur,
and otters, for the fish they eat.
Lions and tigers entertain us,
and are routinely starved and beat.

In sanitized utopias,
we plant the occasional tree.
Yet, in our plastic paradise,
there's few animals left to see.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

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I Am the Waters

I am a flake of winter snow
on cold and driven wind.
I've been cool drops of rain so slow
from darkened clouds unpinned.

I am the sting of frigid sleet
that makes one's skin so raw.
I've been the course of waters fleet
as winter yields to thaw.

I am the face of ice-bound lake
which hides its life beneath.
I've been the tossing waves that break
and tides which time bequeath.

I am the snow in drifted row
piled deep before your door.
I've been a river wide and slow
to live on and explore.

I am the waters flowing still,
perpetual as time.
I've been the earth's unbroken will
still granting life, sublime.

                     I am the Waters
                     11-14

Copyright © Brian Baumgarn | Year Posted 2015

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A Walk On The Beach

Rough winds blowing
Washing wild waves ashore
Scattering about seashells
It always makes me want more

Copyright © Brittany Larson | Year Posted 2015

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October Brings No Rest For These

Emerald etchings are given birth 
to bask their lives in summer's sun, 
until brushing brutal winters cheek, 
They cower yellow; brown undone. 
Swirling down onto concrete pyres, 
They somersault to a random grave. 
The earth lays claim to copper corpses 
But the winter wind is a cunning knave. 
It finds and flips the fallen fibers, 
then flings them crisply to the street. 
The failing sheaves of burnt magenta, 
tossed like chaff from harvest wheat. 
Now strewn about with playful malice, 
and denied the resting place they crave, 
for the golden sun is a glint of amber, 
but the winter wind is a chilling knave.

Copyright © Gerard Keogh | Year Posted 2006

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Polarized

As Bold Aries Full Moon Eclipse unfolds  
with aggressive behavior to morph the sky  
bleeding into the clouds subjective feelings  
like blood soaked passion all too soon to die  

October 3. 2015
SuperMoon Eclipse
Eve Roper

Copyright © Judy Konos | Year Posted 2015

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Summer Nights

The smell of the summer night air 
Takes me back to times we shared
You and I dancing beneath the moon
Crickets playing a lovers tune

Trees full with lush green leaves
Whispering poetry to you and me
A view from beneath a Missouri bluff
Talking of passion, love, and lust

Your hand in mine strolling the path
Sitting on the deck and looking back
Picnic tables and barbecue grills
Driving and parking, is this for real?

My memory’s filled with your sweet love
Do you remember that snow white dove?
A kiss goodnight under a star filled sky
Best friends forever, a promise, no lie

It excites me to think that every year
Whether life or memory I return here
We will create magic again I know
On a summer night in the moon’s soft glow

 
Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend





*inspired by John Heck’s “Summer Celebration” contest

Copyright © Lena Townsend | Year Posted 2009

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LONELY LIGHTHOUSE - THE SENTINEL

I’m a lonely lighthouse battered by the sea Standing all alone steadfast and strong Keeping guard for souls in difficulty Maintaining my watch all day long Waves exploding but I’m standing firm Salty spray splashes over me A soldier of the sea I confirm I ‘m committed to my duty Storm or tempest I will never fear Tsunami or swirling hurricane Shining my light so you know I’m here For sailors, I will always remain Contest The Sentinel Sponsored by Eve Roper 04~06~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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AUTUMN'S SPLENDOROUS BEAUTY

Splendor of Autumn in its glorious bloom Bestowing us with nature's gifts precious Fragrant orchards with their ripened looms Tempting aroma of the fruits luscious. To the Autumn born, the season appeals As I inhale lungfuls of the festive air Drum beats reverberate, child's gleeful squeals We celebrate Autumn with unique flair! Auburn hues of the flora flourishing Trekking dry hilly trails with impish pride Vibrant beauty of fauna simply ravishing Toddler enjoying his piggy back ride! Armed with dry sticks tiny hands fiddle To catch the colorful flipping butterflies Beneath pattering feet crispy leaves crinkle The sail-boat clouds drifting through blue-glass skies. On a pond blossoming with lilies and lotuses They empty their left-over dewy wet delights Nature basks in sunlight's golden caresses The whole cosmos soaks in wonderful sounds and sights! 17/08/2012

Copyright © Yesha Shah | Year Posted 2012

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Summer Nights in the South

Summer Nights in the South Green fireflies blink in the quiet of night and our sleeping old dog heaves a sigh. Dreaming, she sprints through a youthful blue sky chasing delicate clouds, cotton-white. A red-sunset tanager* colors the warm air from a perch in the majestic oak limbs above professing by lullaby, sincerely devoted love, like some sublimely recited evening prayer. I lay back and smile, through the leaves, at the moon to the sound of crops rippling in the breeze thinking how precious are nights such as these when alone, with the Earth I commune.
*Summer Tanagers (Piranga rubra) are native to the southern U.S. but are not true tanagers. They are actually members of the cardinal family. 08/01/15 Submission for Contest: Nature Poems Only Hosted by: Shadow Hamilton

Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015

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Set Me Free

Please grant me the gift of seclusion To be free, from where all others go, An escape, a cleanse of confusion Time alone and an end to the show. Let me roam upon the hinterland Explore, the early hints of the breeze, Walk in the sun ‘til darkened and tanned Hear the birds as they flit through the trees. Nest me beside a mirror flat lake Enjoy nights, gazing up at the stars. Back to a spell that’s simple not fake Where only land, possesses times’ scars. Place me beside a pure highland stream View wildlife as it ducks, plays, and weaves, Breathe in fresh air, with eyes closed, and dream Watch morns’ dew as it tickles green leaves. Set me upon a tall mountain peak Watch mist gently caressing the ground, Immerse in spaces simply unique Unwind where the worlds' wonders abound.

Copyright © Mark Woods | Year Posted 2016

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A Lovely Little Daydream

I'm drifting along in a boat
In the shade of bald cypress trees
They're covered in gray Spanish moss
Hanging down to their cypress knees

With the swipe of a catfish tail
As he lunges to grab a snack
The splash breaks the afternoon silence
Minnows flee from the hungry attack

Turtles are sunning on an old fallen tree
Bullfrogs croaking for rain 
The echoing cries of a lonely loon
As he pauses between refrains

At times escaping into nature
When life gets too extreme
I go back to the days of a country boy
To a boat, on a creek, in a dream


    January 14 2017

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2017

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Gold

No ripple of breeze could be half as gentle than those tiny feet, as they lightly tread through the open meadow of poppies blooming while morning sunlight lay gold on her head

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2012

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Painted Wings

Nature has its beauty,
  Gliding through the sky.
Going from flower to flower,
  Yet slowly passing by.

I see her wings of canvas,
  With the shapes and lines.
Of broad and thin strokes,
  Made by hands divine.

As she begins to flutter,
  Her little heart still sings.
I’m attracted by the color,
  Amongst her painted wings.

Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2008

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WEASEL

                                                    WEASEL

Tiny little weasel,
Sneaking `round the house,
Searching for a midnight snack,
A chick, a kit or mouse.

Crafty little rascal,
Scurries here and there,
Must find enough to feed the brood,
A bird, a pup or hare.

Nocturnal little scavenger,
Omnivorous opportunist,
Relentless once he spots his prey,
A formidable impugnist.

Cute little weasel,
Can be really sweet,
Cut the little guy some slack,
We all have got to eat.

                                   Judy Ball

(Just make sure your pets and live stock are protected.)

Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2011

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Rolling Thunder And A Gentle Rain

The gentle music flows
from every drop of rain,
as it just lightly taps
against my window pane.

The wind begins to whistle
it's own melodious song,
while the wind-chimes
dance and play along.

The soothing sounds cast open
the windows and doors.
I close my eyes and breathe.
The energy surrounds me as my spirit soars.

I hold out my hand and feel the raindrops
as if they were at play.
My breath now quickened with emotion.
I taste the rain on my lips as I embrace the glorious day.

The curtains blow inward
the breeze itself is warm,
my mind is so peaceful
in the calm before the storm.

The sky's voice trembles
from above a darkening cloud,
as the rolling thunder
speaks it's thoughts aloud.

The thunder awakens
the flash of light.
The part of nature
that sends some to flight.

I chose to embrace the power of nature
in the earth and sky.
And bask in the wonder
that fills my eyes.

The rain seems to be letting up
as it puddles on the green grass,
and the once powerful winds
are now calming down at last.

The gray clouds are parting
and a bright rainbow forms,
proving that something beautiful
can come from such dangerous storms.

My eyes close and I breathe
in the scent of the cleansing rain.
The brilliant hues of the rainbow
dance in my mind where I feel no pain.

The sun peaks from behind the clouds
just to say hi.
I feel the warmth against my face
as I view the beauty with a sigh.






Written by: Kelly Deschler & Nature Boy


For Jared Pickett's contest - "Collaboration"

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014

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Let Me Go

You have caged me for too long
I want you to just let me go,
I have to spread these feathered wings
I need to feel the wind's blow.

You know that I love you truly
I said that I would never leave,
I want to see the rain's dance
Not just sit here and perceive.

The scene never changes, day after day
I want to go where white roses bloom,
I have never seen an ocean's wave
And neither have you, I assume.

I need to see the autumn tree's change
I want to see the snowflake's glisten,
I am wishing on the stars as they fall
This is my dream, so please just listen.

I want to fly in the sky's blue
I need to feel the sun's burn,
When I have experienced these wonders
I promise that I will return.



Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014

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In Your Dreams

Was it all a sweet dream or just reality?,
  I sit and ponder that very thought,
During the daylight and in the nighttime,
  Wondering, were we ever there or not?

A crescent moon smiled down on me,
  Shedding it's white light upon the ground,
I sat amongst the petals, waiting patiently,
  And it was there, that me, you found.

Lavender flower petals I did pluck,
  As I was seated atop the green hillside,
Does he love me, or does he not?,
  My love for you, I could not hide.

I only saw you as a dark silhouette,
  A shadow that walked upon the ground,
Among silver stars and a midnight sky,
  Your gentle voice was the only sound.

My darkened silhouette was no longer alone,
  While yellow fireflies around me dance,
When you came to join me atop that hill,
  In the meadow's softly illuminated romance.

I was embraced within your arms,
  As your most tender kiss met mine,
On that one warm summer's night,
  When our kindred spirits did entwine.

So sad was I when the time came to part,
  As the rising sun shined golden upon my hair,
Although, what a beautiful dream it was,
  When I awoke and found you there.






       
        Waking Dreams Contest

            April, 4th, 2014




Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014

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Each Spring Takes Wing

The crocus first peers from beneath cold earth
Finding warm air and sunshine o’er the snow
Magnificent colors paint hearts with mirth
As in full swing lovers’ great passions grow

Most women associate love with spring
Though young men’s thoughts turn to baseball diamonds
While children fly kites that take gentle wing
As snowbirds return from tropic islands

How blessed we are to breathe that fresh air
One more spring in the calendar of life
When lilacs fill gardens with lavender flare
Vows uttered as man makes woman his wife

Their first child’s birth arrives the next April
Just months after grandma’s been laid to rest
Seasons like ages approach ever graceful
As robins watch offspring fly from the nest



For PD's "Spring" contest

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011

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Above The Clouds

Above the clouds, I long to be
Among the other things I see
Where I can stand and shout out loud
Here I stand, above a cloud!

Where whispy trails of jets in flight
In blue skies, patchwork quilts of white
While here below I am, a grain of sand
As people travel from a far off land

Above the clouds on a pitch black night
The moon peeps out to share his light
The stars still seem to find a way
To dance around the cloud's display

I'm amazed at the ability of man
To send satellites soaring, like they can
Above the clouds and far beyond
Like they posses a magic wand

But, most majestic of them all
Is that snowy mountain top so tall
Where I can stand and shout out loud
Here I stand, above a cloud!



©Donna Jones

Copyright © Donna Jones | Year Posted 2013

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Tropical Paradise

Birds doth fly above the sky,
flowers fair and nigh;
as the sun comes shining by,
wet white sand to dry.

Soft the breeze from gentlest seas,
sweetly strums guitar;
lassie sings of love and sees
sailor from afar.







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19 April 2015

Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015

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Last Lingering Light

A scarlet sun, bleeds, onto a blue sky,
behind branches, of a majestic oak.
And shadows, ink its leaves in silhouette,
as lonely crickets chirp, and bullfrogs croak.

I can hear the crops, rippling in the breeze,
and a brook babbling, with a southern drawl.
Yet, they’re lost, to the quiet of night,
as time slows, to a perceptible crawl. 

When adventurous moths, take to the air,
acrobatic bats, blindly hunt in flight.
And as darkness descends, like a curtain,
day acquiesces, to the might of night.

A quicksilver moon, pools amidst the clouds,
dripping drops of sunshine, onto the lake.
And all of heaven, soon starts to glitter,
as billions of sleeping stars, now awake.

The hooting of an owl, encourages dusk,
to extinguish the last, lingering light.
And diurnal animals, go to sleep,
as nature, silently whispers, Goodnight.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

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Voyeur Moon

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The voyeur moon has promised she

will hide her light tonight and keep

it dark outside if we'll agree

to let her watch us while we sleep

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09/27/2015

Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015

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My Little Green Leaf

It was the kind of day I had always dreamed of,
    a source of energy was emitted by the sun,
       the tiny leaves dancing like they were in love,
          green, red, yellow and orange...I had to pick just one.

My arms wide open towards the rustling breeze,
   my smile upright inhaling the heavenly atmosphere,
      clouds so evolved into shapes I'd never seen,
         startled I thought, “I think I'll pick the one right here.”

Not the red one....not even the orange caught my eye,
   and the yellow seemed too rough around the edges,
      but the green leaf looked lonely so I gave it a try,
         For it was buried so deep in my front yard hedges.

It was not part of a foliage but buried under a rock,
   eight sharp points creating it's own special star,
      deepest kelly green seen from any tree on the block,
        so I scooped it up gently and tucked it in my scarf.

Walking home I wondered why I chose a leaf so plain,
  after all, there are plenty of colors during Autumn,
     but I was looking for something that wouldn't complain,
        and something to alleviate my mid-life boredom.

See, I am that green leaf that doesn't need to stand out,
   I'm perfectly content being consistent and clear headed,
     some people may not understand what I'm talking about,
        being such a big part if this world, stay true and connected.

I pray I stay this way and keep walking down nature's path,
   the exact way God had intended before I was born,
      to be honest, sincere and carry on my own happy laugh,
        for I'll always have my little green leaf to keep me warm.


Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: January 14, 2016 

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

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The tigress' mark

She prowls the night
with clenched jaw and pride,
nothing able to smite
her remorseless stride.

The ominous reflection of moon 
shines forth from devouring eyes
of a nocturnal beauty spun on the loom
of the Creator's bid and sighs.

Grace moves her every limb
and she precedes an enraged scream
caused by ruins of a forest now grim
and held alive by all but one stream.

Her claws prophesy of vengeance 
though her heart yearns for reconciliation.
Yet now there would be no leniency 
for a soul's annihilation. 

Now on journeys through lush valleys and ashes
she will embark
until all that remains after furious thrashes
will be the tigress' mark.

Copyright © Robyn Thomas | Year Posted 2013