Best Wetland Poems

The April morning's quiet
and so is the November.
Wherever people outnumber trees
or the dominant cover type
is unquiet. Nothing wrong with that.
Walt got it right, and Jane Jacobs:
the city is an experienced,
used beauty. Her toes are long,
nails thick and hair thin. Yet
her kisses can be sweet; or
smell...

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under overcast sky
dead timber becomes nourished
render to wetland

Copyright © 2010  By Caryl S. Muzzey...

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I am a wetland , 
To the lotus and fish, and dreams. 
But  my bridle from iron and 
My horse from wood. 
, 
Twenty centuries in my blood, 
Full of  amok  ,fire and war . 
O my sorrow heart, 
The lashes hurt...

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Conceived in nineteen forty six
By naturalist, Sir Peter Scott,
This wetland paradise now thrives
And teems with ducks and geese and swans.

The wild geese drew Scott to the marsh,
The flood plain of the river Severn,
Where countless wintering wildfowl stop
Upon their migratory journey.

There’re nine varieties of swan
And more...

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i bring home
the soul of wetland - 
muddy shoes

-- Souvenirs of Silence, Soman Gouda...

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as swallows land and swifts take flight
inside late noon’s last shards of light
the chill winds that descend on day
cause dense green swathes of reeds to sway
across the flooded vista’s ground
in harmony with nature’s sound
of shrills that echo through the air
from birds and insects everywhere
while stars...

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Sluggish swamp water seeps through cypress knee
Looking for the reclusive crocodiles now infesting,
Our air boat skims along the edge of Okeefenochee
Where we spy a prehistoric-like alligator ingesting
What appears to be an unwary otter or fox squirrel
Our guide points out a log laden with sunning turtles
With...

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