Best Naturemorning Poems
Inside a deep pine
forest
where morning mist still
lingers
an unknown bird takes
away
my unfinished dreams.
Dappled light touches grass
tips
wakes them up with soft
caress
whispers to them morning
song
kisses tiny crowns.
Light and shade play hide
and seek
among them now all my
dreams
waiting for butterfly wings
to take a new flight.
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Spirits float and glide
on the notes of the Native flute
echoing off the canyon walls
resounding through the pine scented forests
cascading over crystal falls
dulcet tones soft as a lovers caress
the melodic winds drift and sigh
as rivers flow through pristine mountains
coaxing the morning star over the horizon.
Vignette on the theme of a piece of music
inspired by: Song for the Morning Star
By: R. Carlos Nakai - Native American Flute Music
from the: Canyon Trilogy CD
Enchanted Forest
Dedicated To Ms. Jersey
Enchanted Forest telling a beautiful story to me,
as I was walking Ms. Jersey there.
My, what a grand gesture,
they were telling, too!
The leaves flowing slightly in harmony,
with the winds.
Each one of them, giggling as I stepped further.
Mother Nature gave a kiss,
of sweet cooing,
from the morning doves.
The trees saying hey; don't forget about me,
as I walked past; touching each, while we,
continuing along our walk.
I stopped to look back at them all; they each,
waving by leaf.
Mother Nature has her mind, and it's well-accepted,
in my heart.
As Ms. Jersey and I; "Danced in the Forest of Enchantment."
Kissed by an angel
With lips made of morning dew
The morning glory
The last icy tremor of your wintry winds
Fizzling through the choked air
Leave your thinning threads
In the oncoming fairyland of Spring.
Welcome, welcome, first lady of creation
Your sweet smelling grass sheds tears of dew
Tears of elation as morning peeps
Your foetal clouds bathe us in your re-birth
As winter threads its' skeleton hand
With its' new love Spring
And with that a new energy is born.
Song and lilacs greet the dawn
Early birds furrage for the nesting days
Through paths of bluebells they ferry twigs
Celebrating the beginning of morning light.
Fresh air exhales baby crocus buds yonder
While the swelling sun in giant splendour
Can no longer conceal the first flush of Spring.
The world is awakened by its' might arrival
The dance of the daffodils is about to begin.
For Francine Roberts competition Bring on Spring
Kissed by the angels
With the lips of morning dew
The morning glory
Misty morning of enchantment
Afternoon ablaze with temptation
Beneath a sunset canvas
Your hand intertwined with mine
A moonlit stroll in the dark of night
A midnight kiss beneath the stars
Tucked safely in for the night
Awakened gently by dawns early light
To find yet another
Misty morning of enchantment
Copyright © 2010 Lena “Lolita” Townsend
Fairies Gala
Fairies waltz on branches of oak
In cool, misty haze of morning dawn
translucent wings laced with fine golden strands
fluttering 'midst dense new leaves
glistening in sun light
dew-drenched knarled trees
guard lush green enchanting place...
Kissed by morning sun
intruders
turn on
sprinklers
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By A. Brigham
For Constance La France's "Nature 4 in 1 Contest"
Crystalline
Kimo
Haiku,
Senryu
Subdued morning view
Fingers reaching to the sun
Good morning Catskills
Early morning mist,
Beads down the blades of grass;
Gleaming morning light.
I awake to an early morn, still dark,
to singing birds greeting the day,
Sounds of chickadees and the lark
invade my slumber before sun's first ray,
making sleep impossible to stay.
Wakefullness comes with melodic song,
more soothing than an alarm clock ringing.
As the morning progresses along
more birds join in to the glorious singing.
Such serenity to my morning they're bringing.
Feathered songsters bring such joy
with the music that they choose to share.
The tones and pitches they employ
travel through the still, quiet air
creating melodies, oh, so fair.
Silk cobwebs glisten
Waiting for the morning breeze
Filled with morning dew
The star has sunk
into the morning
light,
The dawn appears
in its beauty,
The striving sun in
all its might,
Declared of the
coming future.
The new bright
colored day
Involves the life to
run
That many birds in
their game
May brake away
the natures calm.
The silver far of
the horizon
Looks like the
infinity,
It need no real
reason
To show its
abilities.
The morning
sunrise dawn-
It moves from a
fairy tail,
The world anew is
born
And this another
coming flame.
I trail along behind the morning chirpy magpie
to liberate from the materialistic vice,
sturdily race up the alley of rocky green hills
horses galloping on bright yellow daffodils,
i earnestly climb up to the hill prime
i embrace the nature vigorously with a warm smile,
i stop and admire the glorious countryside
while the fresh morning breeze runs down my spine,
cotton candy clouds floating high up in the sky
butterflies and bees tireslessly rises up high,
i watch the sun wakes from the distant misty horizen
capturing every exhilarating moments,
releasing lifes turbulance,grief and torments
while witnessing gods most amazing attainments,
around me tranquillity and calm,everything at peace
listening to birds singing,with such ease,
bluebells and dandelions majestically hovering care-free
the earths countryside musk,purifies me,
i notice the morning star gradually fades
while the rays of the sun exhaling,canopys the earth shades.
Early morning dew,
Flowers, insects, birds, waking;
Lovely morning clouds
*Inspired by Raul's Contest