Summer Nature Poems

Smoking in the cool autumn air before the arising of dawn.
Never believing the summer time is already gone.
Standing in the cool autumn air within its...

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Summer rain held back in dark clouds and chaotic skies,
Piercing the atmosphere with fire unveiling inevitability. Truth soaring beneath the vast array expanding over the...

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Vivacious, young Adele was quite popular, for she had lots of friends;
Like night's affinity with creamy stars, of joyful glitter that never ends.

She was a...

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More than any master,
More than any preacher,
You are the best guide!
Yes! You are the best teacher.

Any excess of summer,
And you cool down as rain.
When the...

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September performing an entire unfettered rhapsody
Getting nature in the mood for surrounding present life.
Waltzing end of summer to crisp morn inspiring fall. 

Heaven spills chill...

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 Odour of autumn in the air
Summer silently flew away
Trees shed leaves soon will be bare
Seasonal change, beauty will not stay.

Last roses look weary on...

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playful autumn breeze
stripped last leaves from summer tree
silhouette of hope...

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smell a soft decay
summer has gracefully died
withered rose on bush...

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On a warm summer evening
as stillness settles on the turquoise lake
a solitary golden tree stands 
expanding it's arms outward
 the trees on the shoreline remain
still...

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golden sunset
in a hazy summer day in Georgia.
three brothers long estranged
step gently through matted thorns.

comes a clearing by a pond.
one brother speaks.
another points.
and the third...

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Everyone called Joanna Wilde, Joanie, like an abbreviated crescent moon,
Of which she was much enamored, with its silky, maroon darkness tunes.

Pert Joanie was a young...

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Feel the sun on your face
Hear the wind through the trees
See the clouds rolling by
Smell the earth in the breeze

See the flowers as they bloom
Hear...

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It’s the same everyday
The same wind, the same lush
The same whisper, the same tale
Yet, in the mist that blows
Through the sunlit meadows
I hear the same...

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grieving sad loss of summer
it is time of greatest joy
when old bones no longer ache
and eyes are blessed with colour

to smell crisp newly mown grass
after...

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Looking back, how silly now it seems
That in the forest I would name two trees.
Now I’m leaving, now I say goodbye,
To those two trees, to...

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