Long Naturelove Poems
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I felt compelled within my spirit
Even though it's icy cold
To go out on the porch for just a minute
To enjoy the works of God
When the door I opened
Beauty and sound did surround
For the sun was rising in the distance
Flashing color all around
The mist was rising in the distance
From the creek down the way
The sky was ablaze in color
From red to pink then gray
The sun a fireball blazing
So close to mother earth
With jet steaks of white cotton
Across the pale blue morning sky
The colors constant changing
As slow as a clam opens its shell
The banks of colors awed me
Filled my spirit until it swelled
The roosters sang in unison
Their love for the miraculous show
The mist just kept on creeping
Till the pines and forest overflowed
Now the mist surrounds me
Chilling me to the bone
But I feel wrapped in God's
Abiding love that comforts and upholds
There goes another jet streaking
Across the morning sky
The exhaust will add one more
Layer to the color of the sky'
To be able to capture in words
Or on a canvas fine
The beauty that I see
In God's loving hand divine
Form:
...
A
Tree
Named Braford
Shaped like a Christmas Tree
Sets off at least two seasons
One with white and the other with fire
Spring blooms are beautiful and Fall puts on
A great show but when one looks at winter closely
The Bradford's buds does surely show along side these
Are tiny little pears; Food for all the birds, to feed in winter
Snow, Who would have thought that the Bradford woud hold
Hands with old Sweet Gum Joe, as they dance to the win-
Ter breeze and shiver in the cold two friends so different
They are love struck because they are so much the
Same color, Their bright burgundy and gold so
Looking like flaming touches one in yards
The other is the wild, wild woods so
Far apart but in love are they
The birds and bees
Bear their
Love
Tales
Back
And
Forth
Each
Day
Born of winter's snow and gentle spring rain
Remembering Willow Pond, where our dreams begin
Where wild geese swim, then fly away again
Beneath shaded coves, where other lovers have been
The fragrant smell of earth, green moss and peat
Where tangled grass and weeping willows lean
A crumbling bank, where cattails wash their feet
Our blanket spread upon the meadow green
Our campfire glows, playing flirting games
Ashes drift like feathers, smoke curls into the air
Burning embers, teasing flickering flames
And love smolders warm, a kiss in the evening fair
Trees sway and swoon along the bank
Leaves flutter in gentle evening wind
With each breath of warm summer breeze
It brushes my cheek, as daylight ends
Willow pond, the place where love came alive
We loved....under the stars of the twilight skies
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Water/Earth/Fire/Wind For Barbara's contest
Within this simple garden
So many flowers bloom,
Displaying colored banners;
Inviting love anew
Be wary as you travel
Past countless painted hues,
For every blossom beckons,
Yet only one you'll choose
Some harbor thorn and thistle
Beneath their slender stems,
Appearing soft and harmless
Until you reach for them
Some feign to be so friendly
And smile up at the sun,
But hide their yellow faces
When wrathful storm is come
Still others shine and sparkle
To capture you with awe,
But at the season’s ending
You will find only straw
And yet there is one flower
That differs from the rest;
It stands alone and waiting
In search of love that’s best
If you can see her standing
Amid deceitful forms,
Bend low to pick this treasure –
A flower with no thorns.
Like all good creatures
I kept hidden.
I noticed the flashes through the leaves
As response to my own mating stench;
My love for seeds in a garden.
My mother was the symbol of evaporating kindness.
Her fear was the same as mine,
That we would lose our love for fellow animals and it
Would limp out of our lives as she limped out of mine
From a lion. It was a blur, a red blur...
Oh, crescent moon! May my self-tombing in the belly of your tree
Not resound through your ear as lack of empathy.
My dream for this landscape is a world filled with water.
That we should be forced to help each other,
A paddler with a paddler, in the symphonic lap-lap of water's harmony.
Quack-quack. Lap-lap. Quack-quack.