Tag: nature
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Columbine, Will You Be Mine? by Douglass Allen
My cultivated garden grows, seeds in rows,Gently tendered, watered, sun enough and earth—Daisy, hollyhock, delphinium, andColumbine—will you be mine?Blessed flowers, blessed birth. I’ve grown discouraged, bummed out, glum.Flowers should enchant, delight, so—Tell me the flaw― my failed green thumb?Germination yes, but oh, oh no! From someone so upset, chagrin—Let me tell you what woe is—All…
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Carmenere by Matthew Hunt
I want to taste the golden sunThat sits so cold on this high unending plainAnd over the multivariate earthIts rays to soils unlightened bearThe sweet, lost dreams of stars afar.Is it possible to seeFrom this sliver, this crescent scratch of ground,Wherein our habitat moments pass,The snows that never melting lieIn stony crops above the land,That…
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The Sun Awakens by Daniel Dischino
Insecure as I amI need to hold on to something So I grab on to my sense of insignificanceas a race car drivergrips the steering wheel on a hairpin turn I have seen mountainsand climbed them An insect on a seaside boulder and sunrise brings the mountains to light A star to make mountains seem…
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Willow Tree by Isabel Cheeseman
ancient arms relaxed and gracefulher elegant canopy grazes the ground,her shaggy branches weep into an arch sacred and solitary giantshe bends to accommodate and withstand,a calculated composition with supple extremities appears to be sorrowful, heartsickweeping with her slender leaves butshe is calm, serene as she flows in the breeze Isabel Cheeseman is an outdoor enthusiast.…
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Botanizing by Jim Bates
Two brothersWandering hills and fieldsBreathing the rarefied airWalking through deep woodsVerdant and greenTromping across meadow grassFragrant with wildflowersThey stop along the wayField books handyIdentifying what they observeMeadow rue and sweet cicelyWhite daisy and prairie blue stemThey are botanizingTaking time to step awayTo commune with a wilder placeAmong the white aster and fragrant bergamotThe purple milkweed…
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A Pond Discovery by John Grey
The pond is almost hiddenin thick rushesbut I spy the periscopeof an egret head,hear the rattling cryof a kingfisher.There are no secretsfrom the eyes and ears. It’s wider and deeperthan I expected.Enough to interesta merganser pair.Enough amphibian mating callsto form a belching choir. Fish, too tiny to name,slither about the mossy rocks.Painted turtles bask on…
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The Haunting Tree by Josh Poole
Fleeting leaves of haunting treesGhosts of August goneFall to despair upon its kneesTo whisper winter’s song. Your soul trampled beneath my shoesYour heart bare of breastFor your last dirge winter blowsAnd at last falls out your nest. Dead to me the bird that’s flownTo finer trees in finer placesIt cracks my mind to have ever…
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Ortolan in Winter by Mercedes Payton
“Ortolan in Winter” is a vivid poem that sing like a bird. The poet, Mercedes Payton, is a graduate of Kansas State University and librarian.
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Somewhere Finding Ferity by Jack Phillips
This dawn the equinox moon is waning a black belly with a left-handed crescent and waxing with frog bubbles puff-up sparrows ferny fiddleheads popping bloodroot in vernal burgeoning. Certain poets (the Beats in particular) prescribe some shack simple those rough-hewn days of dharmas and canned beans in a far-out hovel to revive the talent for…