Autumn now approaches with it's grayish skies,
The leaf that onces flourished slowly dies.
In it's place there is only an empty saddening place,
Pain and sorrow slowy begin to appear on the tree's face.
Autumn now shows it's cold and chilling personality,
Taking life without regret, without remorse, bringing mortality.
The air announces it's coming with a chilling change,
Bringing with it a slight chill and a new age.
The many beauties that once glowed with life will soon perish,
Leaving us without any beauty or aroma to cherish.
Autumn will take what has just been born,
Leaving behind naked stems which beauty once adorned.
Her face is of another world,
the lady of the night,
her beauty framed by Heaven's glow
of alabaster light.
Sedately as she passes by,
behind a veil she slips.
Eternity won't make a face
her beauty can't eclipse.
She smiles on her companion as
she slowly turns away,
as if she were a lover lost
with nothing more to say.
She peers into the depths of space,
serenely-- unafraid,
then turns to face the world again,
her monthly penance paid.
I get the urge to write something like this once in a blue moon.
Mother Nature’s Mistake
Hills that go on for miles
Pines, oaks and maples reach for the sky
Their leaves casting a cooling shade on a hot summer day
Animals of all kinds dance in the gentle breeze
Flowers fill in the green blanket of meadow grass
Added beauty from a gracious Mother Nature
You sit among this beauty
Glowing in the late evening’s golden sun
Mother Nature watches as her work fades
She sees you and knows that she cannot match your beauty
So she created the night to try and hide you
But your beauty cannot be hidden
You were made to be beautiful
That was Mother Nature’s one mistake
She created one being more beautiful than anything she could create
And for that she should be praised
And thanked for giving you to the world
Fresh evergreens stand beside
A crisply clear slow moving brook
Reflections of minnows glitter
In the midday sun’s warm look
Bare branches began to don
The tiny green leaves of spring
Nature’s ring of promise encircles
The earth with an array of floral bling
Exquisite beauty peeks through
The smallest opening of vision
Rainbow colors expose themselves
As sky born hues made with precision
A willow tree has greened and
Tips to weep into the brook
Providing a sultry place for the
Mallards to create a safe nook
All eyes have rested upon a scene
A four by four swatch of land
Possessing a great beauty from the
Multi colored seas to its albacore sands
People are gardens of luscious fruits
Solely crafted by the master’s hand of grace
Like precious oil sticks of incense whose aromas
Rise, as Heavens Holy fire ignites our inner space
Burn Bright
With His light
Carole Cookie Arnold
2011
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Standing fearlessly beneath the sky.
A haven for creatures that fly.
The beauty of your many outstretched limbs
paint such wondrous pictures
in the subtle landscape.
Fires will destroy you so.
I would rather see
your natural state,
so free,
magnificent.
Strength and beauty so.
Climbing frames to the heavens.
Protectors and spies.
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By Jodie Hannen
For the:
Nature, Four in One Contest
Sponsored by
~Constance La France~A Rambling Poet~~
The snow around me,
crisp and cool,
such beauty and such splendor.
You'd think It's luscious
waves of ice
shant hurt a foot so tender.
I breathe aloud
my hand reached out
and grasped the sweet white stranger.
When I pulled back
my hand drew blood
not fathoming it's danger.
So in denial
I took a while
Examining it's mass.
The beauty faded
White went red
mistaken snow for glass
(glass for snow)
I sit by my window with coffee in hand
Surveying the beauty of this frosty morn.
A diamond-like sparkle covers the land.
Drab earth no longer looks forlorn.
In the winter's sunshine, it's beauty is reborn.
The misty soft mornings of home
Sun shining on the pink- grey dome
The call of the small sparrow
Dew drops on the fresh green furrow
Sweet smell of the red blooming rose
The path through the forest goes
The beauty of this land
The beauty of this land
The rising sun throws golden beams
The meadow like a necklace seems
Dew drops shining like diamonds
Attached to pretty long flowery strands
The sparkling water in the brook
Trees loaded with ripe fruits shook
The beauty of this land
The beauty of this land
Little white rabbits come out to play
The ponies in their pastures bray
The shrill call of the peacock
And the tick-tock of the square clock
Little feet running to far off school
The dog splashing in the pool
The beauty of this land
The beauty of this land
Nowhere can you find
A beauty more defined
The wide open outdoors
Under foot, under toe
Raw beauty does grow
Everywhere you go, beauty bestowed.
As we walk along the riverside
A sound of the innocences of melody
The waters that sing to the naked ear
The colour of finest crystal sparkles to the eye
Stepping stones like a puzzle to cross the waters path
Its beauty reflected against the surrounding sky
Nature's truth does not lie its simplest desired to all admire
Its standing soldiers of wood around the scene
Like a border of a frame the picture is painted to any naked eye
With branches like arms they are embracing your mind
Each breeze sweeps past the leaves like the last dance
United as they tango in delight against the coming night
The whisper of your imagination as the stars shine
The guide of the moon as it now becomes defined
The scene is mothers earth its magical trance binds you
A freedom crosses your spirit your soul is at one
Your thoughts can not be undone
A enchanted mind has been restored as you opened the door to completeness
A secret world of beauty of all divine sights even in the darkest of night
As we walk along the riverside...
What’s at the end of the ocean,
past where the waves come in.
The water goes on forever,
I wonder if there’s an end.
The day that it was all created,
must have been an awesome one.
To see all the water as it was laid out,
as the waves came crashing in.
I’m in awe each time I walk on the beach,
when I look at the ocean as it goes on and on,
and watch the waves crashing upon the shore.
with such force yet beauty inside
I wonder each time what it was like that day,
and if God was in awe at the beauty he created.
The Luna’s loom
… The zenith of zoom
She stands strong,
Staring from the skies
In beauty and glamour
…Clad in a short hunting dress
Armed with an alluring bow
With a quiver full of arrows
To hunt the evil men and women
… She guides her colorful chariot
She is the goddess of healing
The beauty of our celestial ceiling…
~ For Luna's contest~
Sponsor: Dr. Ram Metha
Her seed is tossed into the wind
Whirled from palms of nature's hand
By helter skelter randomness
The green and brown become a bliss
Scattered poppies across the land
Like butterflies, their beauty graces
The hills, valleys, and roadside places
A world comes alive with a golden glow
Like polished gems, where weeds would grow
Those scattered seeds will multiply
Take root, add warmth under summer skies
The beauty of her heart of gold
Will bloom with orange, so bright and bold
In winter storm a sleep begins
Until the thaw, when rains begin
A state is proud to bear her bloom
Her beauty never comes too soon
As I watch her rhythmic movements, her beauty entrances me,
Never have I seen such magnificence, she’s as perfect as she can be;
When I saw her for the first time, she stopped me in my tracks,
And in her exquisitely flawless nature, I can see nothing that she lacks;
I have looked her up and down, she is irresistible in my eyes,
For all the other hopefuls out there, it’s time to say your goodbyes;
Her faultlessly cadenced beat, sends shivers up my spine,
And I can hardly wait for the day, when I can call her mine;
Is she the one for me, I know she is without a doubt,
And spending my time with her is what my life is all about;
She is charming and bewitching in every single way,
Her skin tone is amazing, the perfect dappled gray;
That’s right my perfect love is an Andalusian Mare,
And her everlasting beauty is beyond all compare!
Natural beauty of nature
Is like a beautiful damsel.
She needs no makeup or perfume
To enhance her physical beauty-
Her beauty is truth, period.
An anonymous wildflower
Growing with delicate fragrance
Beside a forests time-worn path
Can’t be anymore lovelier
If plucked and placed within her locks;
Nor her comely grace be improved.
Their “beauty is truth, truth beauty”
Apart they are most beautiful;
In concert they accent the whole.
On a Grecian urn:
“Beauty is truth, truth beauty”
All we need to know.
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