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Details | Free verse |

The Backside of Killington Mountain

Killington Mountain, one of the largest Ski resorts in New England.
With its webbing of trails, dotted with colourful kaleidioscopic ski outfits;
racing to the Castle they call a Base Lodge.

My Cabin is atop a mountain across two valleys from Killington's backside
I can see the untamed, wild and free side of Mother Nature's: True being
Where deers have no fears, and the Bald Eagle soars Free

I once did a recue mission there, and when all were safe, I walked
Into the forrest of Nature,where mankind had never before intruded
I walked where the Deer, Bed. where the eaglets squawked for food

I saw the Black Bear awake; "Good Morning Mrs. Black Bear"she Yawned
And walked away.I heard the Evergreens giggle as melting snow ticked Pines
The Serenity,Tranquility,enveloped me in Nature's Wonder of the World.
      Inspired by Linda(PD) with her Contest: 7 Wonders of the Ancient and
                     New World. This POEM is one of my 7 Wonders.
This is Dedicated to all POETS who have written about the Autrocitys of 
Mankind to "  Nature or THE Beauty of Mother Nature in Rhyme "
                           This is not a Contest Entree

Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire | Year Posted 2013

Details | Limerick |

Spring Fling

Spring Fling

In the midst of the instinct to mate
she went sniffing around for a date
and once on the scent
all her energy spent
succumbed to spring’s arduous fate

John G. Lawless

submitted to – Spring Forward – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Debbie Guzzi

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

Longing for spring

waiting scents of spring                                                                                             trek from long winter silence                                                                                            fawning sounds river deer                                                                                     -  Note  In a breathe this is not 5-7-5 but best I could do to get the double metaphors  flowers fawns  birth and sounds of frogs croaking- kajika frog

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2014

Details | Abecedarian |

Waking to Warmth

Away dashes the last frigid brush of winter
Beauty cannot wait to rise and greet the sun 
Crocuses are first to break through barren soil
Daffodils display their lacy, yellow petals next
Even the iris is beckoned by warmth
Fragile blooms pray another frost will not come
Gardenias bestow their sweet aroma
Hibernating forsythias wake to grace the garden with gold
In these early weeks of spring
Junipers need time to develop fruit
Kindling and firewood are laid aside
Lovers saunter through gardens
Magical kisses are shared beneath the draping willows
Nests appear high in tall trees
Oaks are filled with robins and blue jays 
Peace is found in a hike through the woodlands
Quickly, a red fox darts across the trail
Rabbits are his prey
Squirrels shake their fluffy, furry tails
Total bliss is found in nature’s rebound
Upon the trellis vines are sprouting
Violet morning glories wake to greet sunrise
Winter must remain dormant for nine long months
Xylem carries nutrients to thirsty leaves
Yearlings with dotted hides emerge from forests to graze
Zigzagging among bushes, hummingbirds joyfully welcome spring 

*Written February 21, 2015 

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ballad |

The Tree

                                            The Tree

Through the foggy mist of a new day dawning
Appears a huge tree, awaiting the birth of another winter morning.

All that remains is its bare branches stretching toward the sky
And an old abandoned nest, left by its owner who traveled south so it wouldn't die.

The tree appears lonely but somehow full of hope
As if it knows Spring will come which enables it to cope.

A few months have gone by and the faithful tree is still there
But now it's consumed with excitement from its first breath of spring air.

It seems new life has come to the tree within a blink of an eye
It now stands picturesque, full of lavish green foliage set against the baby blue sky.

It waves its branches proudly with the breeze as if to show off its features
Which also seems to serve as a welcome sign to all of God's little creatures.

It appears to be much happier, now that its friends are back once again
Cradling brand new birds' nests and providing shelter during the rain.

The little squirrels also take advantage of their most generous host
It seems they like chasing each other up and down the tree's trunk the most.

The tree is now bursting with activity
With all of God's wee ones living His promise of love and longevity.

All through the summer the tree takes pleasure as it continually strives
To serve as the best meeting place for everything that creeps, leaps or flies.

Full of contentment, I'll bet the tree lets out a happy sigh
Every time it watches a baby bird learn how to fly
Or whenever a caterpillar turns into a pretty butterfly.

I often wonder if the tree truly understands
The major part it plays in God's circle of life simply because it stands.

Fall has now arrived and the tree appears sort of saddened by the sound
Of its first leaf gently falling to the ground.

All of its friends begin packing it up as they gather for a big revival
That's when the tree wishes them a safe and happy journey as they head south for their survival.

The tree bids each one farewell and says loud and clear
"To each God's speed and have no fear
For I'll be waiting right here when you come back next year."

It is now winter and a year in the life of the tree has come full circled once more
Although lonely, it is bigger and stronger than ever before.

But I know not to feel sadness, especially for the tree's sake
For in God's plan, He makes sure even the tree gets a well-deserved break.

Copyright © mary singletary | Year Posted 2015

Details | Personification |


The butterfly went to a party last night all through the evening. It was the drunken butterfly and he saw all different butterflies through the night at the party. Both of them were drunk in front of the butterfly that evening. He woke up the next morning and he didn't remember who gave him drinks. It was different butterflies passing for everyone at the party. His friend found out that there was another butterfly drunk that evening. After that night, one was over and he began to face it with. One of the drunk butterfly at that evening. When he went up to all the butterfly were drunk at the party. Then that night, he went home to get straight from that night all day. Then he looked back to the party to find out who gave him drinks that evening.

Copyright © Frances Roberts | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

a kiss of sunshine

a kiss of sunshine pouty crimson horizon cock-a-doodle-doo

Copyright © Edward McCormick | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

bat flies sees nothing - haiku

~*~ ~~**~~ bat flies sees nothing from his nest eagle sees all the groundhog takes bets ~~**~~ ~*~

Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Gator Bait

Country living in New Hampshire was like heaven on earth.
It was Nature in her glory with the spring’s rebirth.
We owned a big pond and had the wildlife come around…
It was beautiful tranquility that left us spellbound.

It’s city living for me now in Georgia, and a whole other thing.
But Georgia has all kinds of creatures the country can bring.
I’ve gone out with a guy that owns a 15 acre pond,
With snakes and alligators too scary for this blonde.

He and his neighbors get alligators all the time,
And sometimes they kill them for dinnertime!
I don’t know if country life here would be that great,
If I wasn’t careful I would end up as gator bait!

Copyright © Brenda McGrath | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |

3 Spring Haiku

Pill bugs wet with dew
as crawling gray domes mirror
green turf, salmon sun.

Copter seeds whirling,
a squirrel chases paper
treasure for her nest.

Young cat mock-tweeting,
wily sparrows unheeding,
paws press on the screen.

Copyright © B.B.Woodall Tulsa OK | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |

Cherry Blossoms Bee

Cherry blossoms call, beckon nature's majesty-- and the humble bee.

Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Easter Bliss

Easter eggs and jelly beans.
For younger persons and even teens.
The Easter Bunny and chocolate too.
Are happily awaiting - just to see you!

Easter flowers, silk, and lace.
Whether out of doors or at your place.
Spring is here all fresh and new.
Bring out the hot dogs and homemade stew!

Cream filled eggs and a chocolate bunny.
Is sure to make most people glad and funny!
Come on out now - one and all.
It's time for us to have a ball!

Mother Nature's awake - Spring has sprung!
We'll see what else now has begun.
Winter is gone - it's time to play.
Come on out now - and don't delay!

Copyright © Tamara M. Kohlstaedt | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Is it Spring Yet

Phil was a fuzzy groundhog
Sleeping peacefully below
He dreamed of warmer days
Days of no more snow
Then rough hands reached down
And pulled him from his sleep
What is going on, he shouted
Put me back you giant creep
Why did you drag me out right now
I don’t think you even care
Can’t you see it’s freezing out
Now put me back in there
I’ll come out when the time is right
But not now if you please
Spring will come in its good time
Put me back so I don’t freeze
You crazy men are worried
When will the winter end
It will come when days are warm
On that you can depend

Copyright © John Squires | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

Spring philharmonica

Peepers pipe spring chimes                                                                                       birds sing as the hummingbirds                                                                                 hum along with bees                                                                                          *                                                                                                                    *      thunder drum rolls as                                                                                              warm breezes whistle in trees                                                                              raindrop cymbals ring                                         *                                                                 **                                                                                                                         a clean rest then brooks                                                                                           fulfill the springs gushing song                                                                       instrumental  peace

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Punxy Phil I Am

Here I am in my dear homeplace.
Amidst the cheer and chatter.
I see such hope on every face
as they yank me out with a clatter.

A chamomile tea would suit me well.
So hurry off my good man.
Tis' nearly time that I foretell
as only Punxy can.

So many folks from near and far
have come to hear my prediction.
Like wishing on a falling star
they all eat up this fiction!

All these humans take my word
and watch my fetching shadow.
To me it's bordering on absurd;
just a showman born to wow!

For contest "Punxsutawney Phil Speaks"

Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet |

The Green Little Miracle

Upon a tree, the one tree, in the field,
Branches and leaves hang loosely from the trunk,
Providing protection to those concealed;
A soft leaf provides an egg with a bunk.

The small white shell sits in the settlement,
full of distrust, remorse and betrayal.
It has been abused by the elements,
one of mother nature's fallen angels.

Close inspection shows a crack on the side,
seemingly abandoned by any kin,
it fell far from home with the wind's high tide,
yet a small noise can be heard from within.

The white shell splits at the crack with a cry,
Now free, the little green hummingbird flies.

Written: March 21st, 2015 at 11:00 EST

Copyright © Veronica Capo | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Sing Little Song Bird Sing

Once upon a time in a new day dawning In the crack of time between night and morning Something caught me from yarning It was sweet but felt like a warning That death is night to life of a new day born in This celebration of life beginning The song bird took up their instruments and started singing Awakening sleepers with a joyous springing Ending their short death with a new up bringing So sing little song bird Every morning as the sun comes anew Only recognized by the few Flapping her wings in the dew She’s that song bird Cracking the dawn, she’s heard What can she say? She’s just a bird Can’t speak but you know her word So sing little song bird sing With your melody bring The wind of nature in your wing In your serenade there’s our fling All I am saying Is sing little song bird sing

Copyright © siza sibiya | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |

Finally home

To look at your eyes,
They’re so big and so brown.
I’d reach forward to pet you,
Ears fall to the ground.

My eyes fill with tears, 
As I pull away,
How many years
Have you been caged this way?

How long has it been? 
Since you took a swim?
How long did you wait
For a scratch on your chin?

How many nights
Have you slept all alone?
When is the last time
You chewed on a bone?

I’m taking you home
Is all I could think,
I’ll fill you with food,
So much water to drink.

You can play with new friends,
Have a bed of your own.
Even sleep with us all,
Instead of alone.

There will be no more cages,
And bars like a jail,
I will scratch your chin,
Until you wag your tail.

Welcome home sweet one
Please do come on in,
Hey look at our pool,
Let’s go for a swim.

Copyright © Athena Hoefs | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quintain (English) |

On Wings of Spring

Spread your wings, delicate butterfly
Humming birds call out for you
Flutter into lush green gardens; don’t be shy
Sample the nectar of flowers kissed by dew
You are one of the chosen few

In chrysalis you waited for spring’s rebirth
Transforming like the season
Daffodils and tulips now sprout from earth
Failure to make your debut would be treason
You were created for this reason

Carry colors on wings spread wide
Brighten the lives of all who see you
Emerge from your cocoon; in crisp air reside
Nature's love awaits ‘neath skies of satin blue
Please linger for months before bidding adieu

*Written March 29, 2014

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |

Robin's fair light

as new life flowers                                                                                                   equal illumination                                                                                                 meager changing clothes                                                                    *           
** the sun the moon draws warming hearts and minds amply a new leaf to turn

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lay |


Sabien, Sr. gathers his weapons to join his son. In his quest to depart knowledge, he must be the wise one. His son heard him speak that Sabien II was the Unicorn in the Warlock’s Garden. Sabien II slept silently amongst the flowers and the trees. Thus far, he had not been transmuted. His father promises his faith. He would change him into a much grandeur state. As the night became day, Sabien, Sr. finds all the herbs that will be needed for transmogrification. He begins to fulfill his promise. He will sup with the Unicorn. At eleven-thirty a.m., Sabien, Sr. beacons for the Unicorn who was patiently waiting under his favorite tree. He responded by entering the Warlock’s Vicinity. The feast started at noon with drink, meats, breads, berries, and so much more. The Unicorn spoke to his father. He was not aware of his metamorphosis. He had transformed to his human image, which is Sabien Allegra Baldwin, II. The splendor of glory shows his father to be a powerful Warlock. Magnificent are both in their opulence. Sabien, Sr. speaks and proclaims his son as the next Warlock. Sabien II recognizes himself as a young man. He stands and accepts his position as the Warlock’s Apprentice. They embraced militantly and voiced their creed… Our spirits must be with the heavens and terrain. Our focus is terrestrial. This is our garden that we must protect. A superfluous and superlative existence we have. Sabien, Sr. speaks, “The revelation of your crossing, Sabien II, is superb. You came as I knew you would.” __________________________________| PENNED JULY 15, 2014. (For the first part, please read the Unicorn in the Warlock's Garden!)

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |

Kill Da Wabbit - Haiku

                    Kill Da Wabbit (a low IQ non fat Haiku)

carrot hangs on branch
kill da wabbit kill da wabbit!
C.I.L.L....... da wabbit!

*Authors note:  As you can see, the 5-7-5 haiku rules were broken here. (spelling rules also.)  The author does not apologize.  He is however, hiding from the haiku high command and related authorities.  He extends his apologies only to Bugs for any incongruities to the facts of the story and any misspellings that may offend or cause confusion.  

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Deer Cross Path

Deer Cross Path
Deer cross path in winter-spring, a panoramic parade of a graceful herd family serene and slender in the snow-park sunshine. Shady woods offer refuge to the group as they make their way cautiously amidst trees, their hoof-prints marking the snow as an artist's signature, these gracious painters of nature-scene wonder-awe.

Copyright © Paula Grover | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |

SWAN SONG a spring haiku


black ice fools
swans’ midnight landing
feathers slide

winds laughter
tickles newborn twigs
raven’s smirk

Victoria Anderson-Throop

Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

Spring IV

hides in light

Copyright © David De la Croes | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |


The little dormouse was
preparing to hibernate,
Getting ready to sleep
winter away,
But he was tempted, 
when the sunshine came
To delay it for just one
more autumn day.

He wandered around,
did the dormouse,
Among the carpet of
leaves on the ground,
His store for the winter
was ready,
So he just looked to
see who else was around.

The adder had to care
for her babies,
So the dormouse gave
her a wide berth,
His friend, the hedgehog,
was snuffling,
Burying his nose in the
soft, scented earth.

Robin Redbreast flew
down to some bushes,
His bright eyes gleamed
at the sight of his friend,
'I'm taking a last walk,'
said the dormouse,
Before autumn finally
comes to an end.'

Harvest mouse, his 
cousin, was yawning,
'It's time,' he said, 
'for us both to be
My bed is ready and
Before the winter cold
really comes on.'

The little dormouse, 
now ready for sleeping,
Heard Robin Redbreast
beginning to sing.
He knew he'd be around
all the winter,
His alarm clock at the
coming of spring.


Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Punxsutawney Phil Speaks

What’s that noise I’m a hearin’ just above my head
Man, what is wrong with you can’t you see I’m in bed!
Hibernating throughout the winter is such a cushy thing,
But here you come again bells a ringing; always a wondering
About my dag nab-bit shadow, my eye sight, 
and the weather that’s leading up to spring~
If’n I had my way I’d still be sleeping!
You’d think with all the new technology the weatherman would get it right…
But, Nooo… the Mayor has got me up and I must face my plight;
If’n I sees my shadow, I must do the shake as with fright.
DJ don’t you dare crank up that music…
No coffee, or chi tea for me,
The effects will make this ground hog weak in the knees…
Just do me a favor if’n you’d please ~
When it’s all over put me back in my home so I can catch some ZZZ’s
This is Punxsutawney Phil signing off saying hopeful weather; 
Good Day to all, I’m going back to bed,
Have a Good Night!

Contest: Punxsutawney Phil Speaks
Sponsor: John Lawless

Copyright © Adell Foster | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

A Moment In Birding

A warbler flits just out of sight
High up in the trees
His vocal song comes raining down
But still I cannot see

He gives me but the shortest glimpse
Behind the curtained leaves
Whilst singing here and flitting there 
In the tops of trees

The singing stops but still I look
Scanning high and low
Hidden now by just one leaf
My hope now starts to grow

Into the suns shining spotlight
Thos little bird hops out
For just a moment and then he's gone
I give a joyful shout

Deep into trees the bird flies on
Ne'er more to grace my eye
But with my glass I search on still
To fine one more surprise

Copyright © Daniel McAdams | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

Garden Pets

Garden Pets
wet mollusks crawl forth;
slime trails tracing their passage
through just planted rows

Copyright © Edward Johannes | Year Posted 2015

Details | ABC |

Natures Wonders

As I walked down a pathway in the mountains in April
I came across a scene everyone could be thankful
To see in the midst under a evergreen tree
A doe giving birth to her new born baby
She lays on the ground with her head up
Watching her fawn come out with one last push
I see the fawn struggling to get out the sack it was in
And the mother helps out by licking on him
Until the sack is broken revealing him
He cries for his mom as she licks him more
Reassuring him is such a chore
He continues to cry out and tries to stand up
But his wobbly legs just wont quite hold up
He plops back down and cries some more
His mother still licking and cleaning him on the floor
He gets his legs underneath himself 
And stand ups without any help
He tries to walk forward and falls on his face
And begins to cry while his mom licks his face
He attempts to stand again and mom gives him a nudge
And he plunges forward again but manages to stay up
On his feet now his mom licks him clean
Revealing her next little king
But something seems odd with this little deer
He's awfully white for this time a year?
Low and behold it finally hits me
He's an albino and a rarity at that
Then I see him plop down next to his mothers lap
He begins to nurse from her and I decide I have seen enough
What a sight to see 
That I was blessed by thy

Copyright © Shawn Daniels | Year Posted 2016