When every colour turns to brown
When every leaf is on the ground
When clouds obscure once starry skies
We know that our friend Autumn dies
The wretched cold and ceaseless rain
The callous wind that roars in pain
The sun and birds retreat in fright
For this is the unending night.
Stephanie Says:
This blog is where I post my poems, when I remember or when I find scraps of paper from years ago. The date I post a poem usually has nothing to do with the date I wrote it!
I feel like poetry is discovered, rather than written, and I like to find it and share it. It's kind of like archaeology - you can unearth a good poem and learn something from it. But you didn't really write the poem yourself, you just provided the medium through which the poems can show themselves to the world. At least, that's what it feels like to me.
Showing posts with label Poems about Nature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems about Nature. Show all posts
Tuesday, 11 November 2008
Saturday, 8 November 2008
Autumn, How I Love You
Autumn, how I love you
With your colourful display
Your leaves rustling softly
As the summer drifts away
Autumn, how I love you
With the crispness of your touch
Your dew settling lightly
On our spider webs and such
Autumn, how I love you,
How your beauty fills my soul
Your soft sun sparkles everywhere
I stand here, breathe, am whole.
With your colourful display
Your leaves rustling softly
As the summer drifts away
Autumn, how I love you
With the crispness of your touch
Your dew settling lightly
On our spider webs and such
Autumn, how I love you,
How your beauty fills my soul
Your soft sun sparkles everywhere
I stand here, breathe, am whole.
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Friday, 7 November 2008
The English Year
When it’s springtime,
The wildlife bounds while
The sun takes a peek at the new day.
The pink sky is decorated with rainbows,
The daffodils pop up with the buttercups,
A refreshing breeze passes through the fresh, green land.
When it’s summer,
The sun strolls along the diamond water and
The colours cry ‘Good Day!’
To every one who passes.
The watermelon is red and juicy,
A wave of sunshine comes tumbling around us.
When it’s autumn,
Nature is an inspiration.
The oranges and browns bring a welcome change,
The squirrels bury acorns of green and yellow,
Trees start donating leaves to mice and hedgehogs for hibernation.
In the winter season,
The animals snuggle up
Ready for the New Year,
Footsteps munch away at the crisp, new snow while
Old mister redbreast hops around.
The cobwebs are decorated for the coming celebrations.
Every single year,
All theses changes around us,
Animals, plants, weather.
But always it keeps going on
And always there’s a fresh new way
To admire the earth and sky,
In this world where nature soars
The wildlife bounds while
The sun takes a peek at the new day.
The pink sky is decorated with rainbows,
The daffodils pop up with the buttercups,
A refreshing breeze passes through the fresh, green land.
When it’s summer,
The sun strolls along the diamond water and
The colours cry ‘Good Day!’
To every one who passes.
The watermelon is red and juicy,
A wave of sunshine comes tumbling around us.
When it’s autumn,
Nature is an inspiration.
The oranges and browns bring a welcome change,
The squirrels bury acorns of green and yellow,
Trees start donating leaves to mice and hedgehogs for hibernation.
In the winter season,
The animals snuggle up
Ready for the New Year,
Footsteps munch away at the crisp, new snow while
Old mister redbreast hops around.
The cobwebs are decorated for the coming celebrations.
Every single year,
All theses changes around us,
Animals, plants, weather.
But always it keeps going on
And always there’s a fresh new way
To admire the earth and sky,
In this world where nature soars
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Reincarnation
I would like to be a giant tortoise,
Moving slowly through the giant world.
Money, work and stresses not a problem,
Living for a hundred years or more.
Patterned shell upon my back not heavy,
Lots of grass ahead of me to eat.
Quiet in the morning dew-drops twinkle
Sunshine brings a cheerful melody
I would like to be a giant tortoise,
Moving slowly through the giant world.
Watching as each day rises to greet me
Calmly waiting for it to unfurl.
Moving slowly through the giant world.
Money, work and stresses not a problem,
Living for a hundred years or more.
Patterned shell upon my back not heavy,
Lots of grass ahead of me to eat.
Quiet in the morning dew-drops twinkle
Sunshine brings a cheerful melody
I would like to be a giant tortoise,
Moving slowly through the giant world.
Watching as each day rises to greet me
Calmly waiting for it to unfurl.
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