Best Natureday Poems
How the hills have changed their faces
Since I saw them at the dawn,
When the sky was pale and empty
And the day was not yet born.
Now the night has called his children,
Moon and Stars, come crowned to reign,
And the dusk has brought the darkness
And the darkness brings the rain.
Though my view has slowly vanished
Like the faces in a dream,
And the brink of the horizon
Bears the last of daylight’s gleam.
Every day has its own glory
Every sunrise has its set,
So I watch the fading mountains
With no feeling of regret.
In the dark I hear the fingers
Of the rain against the glass,
As she leave her water touches
On window panes and grass.
How the wind now lifts her gently
With its wings of sea-born air,
In its feathers lies the moonlight
Sifting softly through her hair.
She will kiss the pink storm-lily
with the gift of silver dew,
And the face of every mountain
In the morning will be new.
Beauty Calls
Soaring on the melody of a meadow lark
Bathing in a whippoorwills love sonnet
Slumbering to the soothing coo of doves
Under my nightlight made from the stars
Cool is the night, safe is my bed
In the hands of the old oak, I rest
All of the night sleeps in silence
A voice in itself that is loud
Dawn will lift her countenance
A peek, a look then a smile
Warming our day with a new hope
And a dewy kiss of revival
Ribbons of color inhabit our vision
Saplings begin to stretch in growth
Caretakers rise early to till and water
Blooms bare their full faces toward the sun
Sadly too many miss this miracle
Caught up in life’s daily grind
Take but a moment, watch a day birth
Know that it breaks anew just for you
free verse
Carole Cookie Arnold
02/10/2011
Dawn a new day is breaking
Open my eyes to the beauty
As the Roosters, Cardinals, and Doves eyes open
Tiny crescent moon relishing in its appearing
Birds sweep across the pale-blue morning sky
To the beat of coo-coo-coo
As the Doves communicate to their love
Striated clouds greet the sun
Sun takes the gray away so there is apricot on the horizon
Gold to decorate the way
Clean slate_new dawn great start for this unique day
Fresh air refreshes lungs
Adds glow to all creatures
Gives life as sun clears the stale dark
Opens doors to opportunities for renewal_forgiveness
The sun rises golden
As if it is the gold of royalty
Without its daily visit all of earth would decease
Become an entirely different sphere
What contingency does the dawn of new day bring to you
Open your eyes to the venture
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Sunrise, a painting becoming
visible, on the horizon.
Up it goes each morn,
Till the dew disappears.
The sun has risen high in the sky,
Like a beacon of light.
The warmth of the day is here
to delight.
Till nightfall descends,
The end of the day paints
the western sky.
And twilight vanished into night.
Copyright 2008
Anne Rutherford
Poems From The
Heart Series
Wondrous day don't slip away
Till the blackbird ends her song
Do not slip away just yet
For tomorrow you'll be gone.
Hazy day don't slip away
Until all the lambs are found
The wee ones might be bleating
Way back on hilly ground.
Magic day don't slip away
Till the ship comes home to dock
For those who wait, the hours are long
Life circles round that clock.
Lazy day don't slip away
With the rush of the ebbing tide
Let evening cast her shadows
And her stillness still abide.
Holy day don't slip away
Till vespers have been sung
And all the monks have chanted
And all the chimes are rung.
Holiday don't slip away
Till the baby's cradle stills
Till all the wrongs in life are right
And we forgive each others' ills.
April day don't slip away
While the heavy hearted weep
Let night wrap round their sorry hearts
And place them in safe keep.
Phantom day your evening sky
Awesome, burnt orange, still
Paves way for night to lead the stars
And steals away at will.
it’s quiet along the beach, just the sound of the waves
lapping onto the shore, seagulls flying all around
i wait anticipating the sunrise and
see just a hint of color starting in the sky and as
i watch a small dot of orange deepens overhead
right before my eyes, i don’t dare blink
it all happens so quickly, a small tinge of orange has
dispersed to a larger brighter color that is blinding
yet beautiful and in a matter of minutes it has transformed
itself through the many stages of a sunrise into a
bright sunshine glistening over the water
bringing awe and warmth to the start of a new day
and to everyone who beholds it
a feeling of hope, joy and anticipation
of what this new day will bring
Have you ever scanned the sky,
questioning, reflecting, wondering why,
at the dawning of the day,
what the colors seem to say?
As the sun peeps through the dark,
colors rival singing larks.
Shy and meek they seem at first,
growing softly to a burst.
Pastels of yellow, pink and white
delicately escort morn to light.
Blues, lavenders, softly entwined,
dawn in infancy begins its find.
Day will grow as we must do,
mature to colors - a deeper hue.
reds and oranges, mildly bold,
paint a story - ne’er fore told.
Yellows, blacks in mixture too,
hints and tints stirred in the brew.
Hues more vivid than the morn,
stronger, deeper, colorfully warm.
As the day fades back to night,
shadowy gray's the appetite.
Life’s a day of many blends,
colors ranging, thick and thin.
As the night begins its reign,
twinkling stars come out again.
No lovelier image can one pretend,
than viewing nature as it transcends.
@ March 12, 2010
Carolyn R. Henderson
When the tides are so rough when you know you had enough I run I just
take off not knowing where I'm going just got to get there where the air
is fresh and clear where my mind body and soul is almost there where the
wind kisses the sound of my feet where the sun toast the arch in my back
where the ends of the ocean meets us where I feel the breeze put me at
ease that's where I wanna be in the mist of the calm seas where the ocean
meets the shore where I won't cry no more as I walk along the sand releasing
the pain from my hands all the work all the worries gone from sight as I watch
the calm seas and sun light all my dreams I gather as I make a wish as I pray
that this day and each day forward to bring me closer to inner peace and serenity
I gather my thoughts and gab my shawl just holding my stature only so tall just
to get there just to sit there just to feel the breeze of the calm seas.
Copyright@April2010
They came in the night
Nocturnal mammals plying their trade
Armored carriers of an age old scourge
A modern day version of a creature from a Mesolithic age
Rooting in the soil for their tasty grubs and morsels.
Leaving behind holes in the lawns and uprooted fresh planted beds.
A total destruction of a days labor in the garden.
Anger arises from the waste and want of the destroyed beauty
A plan, a trap for these ancient creatures cunningly devised.
Arising in the night,
Waiting with gun and light
Ever vigilant for the coming of these armored destroyers
Waiting, waiting, as the day begins to break,
But not to be seen after a long night through
Bleary eyed, and exhausted from a sleepless night.
Another day, another night, a new plan to be devised
To see if they come,
Seeking the tasty grubs lying beneath freshly planted beauties.
A combat to be waged with these armored creatures of old.
A test of wills to see who will win out.
As the day slowly fades, turning out the lights
Laying on a "pillow" the sky beckons the night.
A long day it was, hovering over the land.
Time to trade places and enter into dreamland.
The earth whispers goodnight, carried out by the wind..
The day turns into night, as the darkness slowly descends.
We wake up to a lovely day
with lots of sun to lead the way.
Down to a babbling brook we go
while tree branches swing to and fro.
And we have found the perfect spot
to be alone and kiss a lot!
A checkered napkin covers up
this feast on which we soon will sup.
All sorts of good food did I bring
to feed my lover and my king!
There's fried chicken,fresh fruit and cheese
with lots of goodies made to please.
We have a bottle of sweet wine
to sip on as we sit and dine.
The birds are singing in the sky;
they're serenading he and I.
There's so much beauty in this place
and love light shining on his face.
A perfect day starts to wind down
as we pack up and head to town.
The memory of this day will last
long after summertime has passed.
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Birthdays come but once a year
A day we celebrate, a day to cheer
We all know the day we're born and our age
For birthdays bring us joy or change of stage
The day I celebrated my fourty-ninth year
On the other side of the world fear
Horror for a young girl named Heather
Who was swimming in ocean waters from boat tethered
Swimming around the ocean deep
Working up an appetitate for something to eat
Was a great white shark fourteen feet, whopper
Jaws powerful enough to bite through copper
At home I thought I had turned fifty
I figured this year would be very nifty
My father who was in his nineties
Reminded me that I was only fourty-ninty
In a land way down yonder
A girl named Heather was pulled under
Great white figured she was good meat
Nice and tender a very tasty treat
A girl named Heather was saved
That very day lived to be one to praise
People who worked to keep her alive
She praised God who lives in hearts and on high
Sara lived many years
Saw her grandsons through tears
She was the strength and glue
Who saw her family's problems through
Just in recent years in a land down under
A fourteen foot great white shark did blunder
Caught in a fisherman's net
He'll probably live this mistake regret
No, the fisherman cuts the lines
Frees his catch and shark from bind
Now the shark he named Cindy
Follows him around even when windy
Follows him everywhere he goes
Let's him pet her on her nose
Rub her belly and dorsal fin
She even grunts and tries to grin
Which of these do you think is the most grateful
Heather who is now disable
The shark who was spared his life
Or Sara the mother, grandmother, and wife
(The story about Heather is true. The shark circled and bit her right leg. Then circled and
grabbed her left leg. The people on the boat were hitting the shark and try to pull her into
the boat and the shark took her whole left leg off. She was only attended by a nurse who
was on the boat and radioed a doctor on shore as to what to do. She was 20 hours away
from the nearest doctor. She was lifeflighted to a hospital in California where she had to
have multiple surgeries and now has an artificial leg. The story about the shark caught in
a fisherman's net was really not true. The grandmother here was a true story.)
In the solitude of my home, high up on the cliff,
I watch the sun set o’er the white capped waves of the massive blue Pacific Ocean.
The setting sun casts a pale pink hue which adorns the clouds
and is mirrored on the ocean’s surface.
It seems to take an eternity for the sun to work its way
across the summer sky from the morning east to its setting perch;
Then, in an instant, after touching the distant horizon,
it sinks beneath view leaving only pink ribbons as proof of its existence.
As I watch the last traces of the sun disappear,
I remember the soft embrace of my love who used to watch the sunsets with me.
The pink evening sky foretells another day of sunshine
and another day without her by my side.
The day so calm and quiet, not a stirring of the leaves.
The awesome look of the sky has caused me to believe.
Something weird is happening, deep in the air does lie.
Then i hear them say aloud, Ring out wild bells to the wild sky.
I hear the warning they do bring of storm clouds gathering in.
The swirling of the darkened clouds and breezes do begin.
To tell of danger everwhere , I hear the breezes sigh.
Oh church Ring out, wild bells to the wild sky.
The swirling of black clouds, come before our way
We shout a call , warning them, take cover for this day,
Won't be like any other, hear them calling out their cry?
Oh quickly, quickly, Ring out wild bells to the wild sky.
Now slowly, slowly, scenes do change, in brightness comes the sun.
The breezes calm,the darkness past, a new day has begun
The timing of those ring bells, has caused us not to die
I'm grateful for the hearing of ,Ring out wild bells to the wild sky!
A brand new day gave herself to thee
Crowned and smiling in all her glory
She's sitting proud in a beautiful blue story
Whilst tiny buds dare to peep
to see if spring is about to speak
She's been winters dream in the long cold night
and now he's leaving her as the days are bright
Her dress is crisp and it catches your eye
shades of pink and green, a beauty you cannot deny
she wears her diamonds in the morning
that glint and sparkle as day is dawning
She warms your spirit
as she dances her colour
nurturing sweetly,
singing her song like no other
Golden maidens sway to her crooning
Spring is sprung, Happy days are looming.
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