A small stream gurgles,
a cool brook babbles,
the river meanders along.
The sea waves crash,
the universe whispers,
it’s all part of nature’s song.
Mother Nature – Domestic Goddess
Mother Nature – domestic goddess
Hides miracles in her pockets ~
Tomatoes on exit ramps – highway largess -
Grow tranquil – neon red as flaming rockets.
Traipsing down the empty city sidewalks
Scatters vows of floral abundance
Wriggling through tight cracks with tall stalks
Coquette twirls around in daisy dances.
On vacation in windswept dry oceans
She blows a kiss of sunflower seeds –
Black-eyed Susans fed with her love potion
To flourish in sunburned soil of need.
Miracles – Mother Nature’s perpetuation
She laughs with whimsy’s propagation.
I have witnessed all three examples in this poem. The tomatoes on an LA freeway exit ramp, daisies coming up in our sidewalk and Black-eyed Susans growing wild along highways and deserts in the western United States.
8-12-20
Nature Rhyme
Sponsor: Brenda Chiri
beechwoods downland
common heath
chalky soil
inches beneath
trees
jostling tall
leaf,yellow-brown
in Autumn fall
fallow deer feed
at dawn and dusk
treading flat
the beechnut husk
roedeer muntjac proliferate
where Nature reverts
& liberates
colours tint our view
daylight
so soon out of sight
waves goodbye
all creatures exhale
a sigh
Cheerful, chirping little cherry---
crimson as the holly berry,
dressed in your vermillion best
with your pointy, feathered crest---
what a sight you are to see
perched atop a snowy tree.
Songful spirit of the pines,
streaking through the winter sky,
ne'er does your appearance cease
to bring a smile to my face.
Beau Brummell of backyard birds,
every dawn your song is heard---
distinctly sweet among the chorus
of the visitors from the forest---
brightening night's waning gloom
like the color of your plumes.
Friendly, feathered garden gnome,
be pleased to make this yard your own.
Winter, summer, fall or spring,
joy is when the redbird sings.
Forever joy, their company,
my true love and mother nature,
a love triangle, true rapture.
The truth, this is no fantasy.
You, me, nature, pure bliss, such joy!
Nature, our guide, her choice, her ploy.
We take her hand, holding tightly!
The sights we see, the things we learn,
we thank her, but we feel her burn!
Both feeling her concern, truly!
Pollution an unsightly mess,
we felt guilty, we must confess!
She smiled, put us at ease, kindly!
Like we inadvertently did,
we would never try, her to kid!
Forever joy their company,
the truth this is no fantasy!
We take her hand, holding tightly!
Both feeling her concern, truly!
She smiled, put us at ease, kindly!
Constanza Poem
She brings with her the yellow
To share in painting spring
Adorns the humming meadows
With a place for bees to sing
She’s a tiny ray of sunshine
There softly on the skin
Of my sweetheart mine
Held just below her chin
Oh the joy of springtime
When the dandelions bloom
All things of nature rhyme
Dressed in full costume
When yellow turns to gray
We wish between us two
Then blow her hair away
To make dandelions new
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