Nature... Poems - Poems about Nature...

sun scorched b l ...

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every blade of grass has a memory each yellow dandelion has her own song to sing I marvel at the miracle of the red clover with her circular leaves purposeful ant marches past my musings, giving me a withering look...

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I woke this morning to the thick breath of heat, a humid Sunday rising slow as regret. The tulip tree leaves hung there, backlit like stained glass in a forgotten chapel, and beneath the sagging feeder, a ragged pile of feathers—gray, white, brown— strewn across the grass, as though something holy had been torn apart in the night. Fox, coyote, hawk— it hardly matters. Something lived, and...

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Jumping timelines, Creating this design, Weaving a web to combine, Multiples of beings that shine, While I intertwine with the Divine, Bringing them all on line, A sign of the end, To an old frame of mind, Weaving webs of their own kind, Leaving treasures to find, For those walking blind, Through the web of...

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Moon-bouncer never high enough to let go....

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peach is on the rose since orange sun shines so bright earth's bathed in warm light redbirds are singing of yellow saffron summer near garden stunners sapphires in the sky vagrant clouds have gone missing gold fields glistening sunshine rose fragrance colors and green everywhere butterflies in air...

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Ich liebe den frischen Duft der Frühlingsluft! (I love the fresh scent of spring air!)...

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Fury Breaks Its Silence From South to North Pole, and beyond Glaciers crack, not by time, but by the toxins we’ve forced into the sky. Each gas, each smoke trail, a fingerprint on the Earth’s rising pulse. The Amazon chokes on fire, not lightning-born but sparked by greed, Its breath turned to ash by axes and ambition, It's silence now, a scream. On Andaman’s edge,...

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in her solitude ...

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a q u i e t dawn lake where an e m ...

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A balance in life can solve the riddle. To find the balance, start in the middle. Distractions from the banks may lead us wrong. Go with the flow where the current is strong. The banks are sirens calling to our ears, offering us pleasures relieving fears. The emotion of love, the fear of pain, tossing and turning, driving us insane. Too much...

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citrine g l o w basking restless summer fields of wheat o l n r l i ...

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Look down at me From thy beak Give me thou crow like stare Feed my fear With darkened glare Feathers erased by air Pages many Thy secrets held Our hubris was a trap Spells dispelled Thy wings expand In the night thee flap Moon in sky This is thy realm Dark spirits are afloat A cursed bird No friends or foe Never to sing a note Books in piles Will not...

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chocolate-cracked earth sizzling Stygian summer ~ lizard on a stick (July Full Moon – Native American) ...

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My heart sings a morning song I feel its soothing warmth yellow sunshine drips down the dale far and beyond a whiff of enchanting breeze skipping up and down the hills whispering priestly prayers all over the world like clouds my soul drifts freely among the towering cliffs visualizing beauty so pristine everywhere nature cradles life with love embracing each and everyone singing gloriously to us the morning song and then...

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