Autumn is gilded with bucolic hues.
Fawn feathered birds wing in indigo skies.
Burnished umbers and rusts imbued with blues
on a landscaped palette, my eyes apprise.
Nature's artistry paints without a brush,
Autumn skies imbued with landscaped artistry.
Inspired by 'The Gilded Season' posted 11/10/23.
The hum of nature amid the trees
echoes quietly in gentle breeze,
swaying the branches as falling leaves
skim happily over rippled seas.
I would call this paradise on earth,
where peace and tranquility are worth
all the riches and buckets of gold,
more than two hands and both arms could hold.
The papery bark provides a home,
for tiny creatures to work and roam,
using their skills to shelter from rain,
replenishing soils, time and again.
Distant wolves howl out aloud,
a graceful hawk glides past a fleecy cloud,
as sun's reflections shimmer and dance,
and glowing eyes skillfully glance
across the waters, blue as the skies,
while drifting fish are caught by surprise;
and the hum of nature fills the air,
peace and serenity are everywhere.
Paradise on earth, I call this place
surrounded by nature, face to face.
There's so much beauty here to be found,
if we open eyes and look around.
I am grateful to be surrounded by nature….
from the ground to the river and oceans to the sky above…
because she constantly reminds me what’s important
and helps me build my life among those I love.
Written: January 2nd, 2025, for Contest, Sponsored by: Constance La France
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I caught an enormous fish
and held him by the boat
midway to the water, caught in a damp pitch
with a tight hook in the front of his throat
he did not fight, just as I wish to devote.
Bowfin can occasionally be seen
leading the dwarf length of the eel
excess during low tide in between
they're twisting and swinging for real
wrapped in some foils of a green meal.
He grips the crag with twisted hands
an eagle soaring to the sky and sway
close to the sun in desolate lands
amidst the azure universe, may it fey
ready to sink and scoop its picked prey.
I sit under my crape myrtle tree
in full bloom of white
feeling the cool breeze from the rain
a couple of miles away
I've no particular thoughts about being a miner of
so I'll let my thoughts wander
and watch the clouds rush by
heading Northwest to an unknown destination
while Bluejays play tag in the limbs
and Igrets dig for food in the soil of my yard
seeming not to care that I'm here
I'll spend a few hours in this shade
relax and listen to thoughts that drift away
with the bird songs soaking in Nature,
finding peace, with no thoughts of tomorrow
nor seeking memories to dwell on
only the serenity that comes from a pristine
calmness of the mind
Don’t cry beloved mother
Your children pride in you like no other
They wonder why you are called a dark continent
blooming with beauty and splendor every moment
They have got you, they don’t need another
So blessed to have you as their mother
You are gifted by nature
A Natural Ninette
Fun,
Such joy.
Do employ.
It brings rewards.
Smiles are so priceless,
Yet they are free.
A great deal.
It pays.
Fact.
mirroring haiku
self-reflective senryu
stares right back at you
for the Haiku in the Mirror Poetry Contest
sponsored by Matt Caliri
written 07-28-2023
"The world is charged with the grandeur of God."
Quote by _ Gerald Manley Hopkins
(1844-1889)
I look at beautiful nature and I am awed,
And though my life has been one of sorrow;
I always look forward to my tomorrow _
Though broken- I have created a lovely facade.
Sadly, I have lived a life doomed to be flawed,
But, I lose myself among bird echoes in a meadow:
And within the peace and quiet of falling snow_
Oh, look at nature! How can you not be aw'd?
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November 13, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/Awed By Nature
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1501-995-13
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, 2022 Poetry Marathon, Mile 20
sponsor, Mark Toney, Judged 11/24/2022
For The Massively White-Haired
And comments on it he'd heard:
The ever youthful old,
Who cannot his vexed arms fold;
Could keep wishing to head hide,
As folks troop out for a ride...
For those Nature ate their pie,
Who would soonest breathe a sigh
And they must recover it
Or fall into nearby pit...
One thing to like about Dye:
To Disliked colors Good-Bye;
The fainter ones on garments
That keep igniting laments;
For Grey Hairs and sickly ones
Every strand changing at once...
Dye for seekers to not die
And help their busy roads ply.
Love sometimes
is not only a rule to
follow in life but guess
that it is....
an embodiment of man's
character throughout his dreams,
one of the
main point of reference that
binds him to life's utmost goals
for if love
may not grow to meet its fit
neither the mind nor thought is safe
except whims
it may turn to become man's
expressions as he so acts.
listlessly, leaves droop
withering in summer's heat ~
nimbus clouds gather
thunder's mighty roar
commands slate gray skies, "Open" ~
sparrows seek shelter
petals spring to life
quelled by nature's gift of rain ~
sunlight smiles with warmth
trees
upon
forest floor lie
underneath decaying
from yesteryear changing seasons
long past gleaned comforter of summers green
solace in soundlessness hollow,
nature's
home
6/22/2021
Grasses of yore:-
at my foot.
If all
What we
Feel, hear and see
Nature’s creatures
Who’s nature’s creator?
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