Welcome Spring | Mónika Tóth
Clear blue sky
The snow has retreated
Welcome Spring
nature poems
Nature’s Breath | Sandra Henry
Winter’s cold silence
coats the slumbering trees
in a grey stillness.
Nature’s breath lingers
like a dull haze
hanging in the chilly air.
Droplets of ice form
like crystal beads
hanging from the branches’ tips.
Not a sound is heard
nor is anything stirring
in the frozen calm.
Breathe in this icy peace
For soon it will melt and seep back
into the pulsing veins of life.
Confronting a Storm | Ananya S. Guha
Enter into a storm
calm, not disarrayed
a storm is a brewer of helter-
skelter. When you enter, doff
a hat, say hello and then
bow in reverence and prayer.
a storm knows what living is, brevity of life and long hallucinations
of the dreamy.
don’t pick a quarrel with it
confront, confabulate in the
quietest way.
Bird in the Night-Time | Izzy Noon
Past the center
of night, well past,
a song bird woke me.
It was as if the bird
lost all sense of time,
started her song,
noticed no one else
was singing, so
drifted back to sleep
with me.
Water | Ananya S. Guha
Masthead, ship sails
now, it’s brimming with water
this town. Flooded with hopes
that you will return and restore sanity to my oblivious
dreams.
water casts a spell on stooping women collecting in buckets in a rush, while husbands fume at home. I am not one of them. water is sacrosanct, but I can live amidst these incantations of the rain waiting for a cyclonic storm.
Raven's Flight | Frank Ferone
Up upon his city perch,
nestled in obsidian dark.
His keen eye’s never-ending search,
until it meets it’s mark.
Dispensing empty shells into the restless night.
Never wavered with the rain.
The thrill of will’s first flight.
His conviction far extends his frame,
his hunger never waiting.
Peering through forsaken sky,
aloft tenuous debating.
His instincts are surgical, whispering to “fly.”
Threw himself to the winds.
Nevermores are our goodbyes.
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Home | Andromeda
Home’s a space in my heart,
Where I laugh and cry
Home’s a blossomed love
And flowers that die
Home’s my mother’s breast,
And my lover’s embrace
Home’s my child’s sweet smile,
And my day of toils endless
My home I create with care
And a world I destroy.
Home’s the evening breeze
After a sweltering noon
Home’s a shelter secure
And bondage not torn.
My home I build with care,
my home at will ignore
In my home I live, of it I dream,
for my home I long
Years on years go by,
my search for home goes on.
Proclivity for Harlequin Hues | Ken Allan Dronsfield
Begone wretched brown grass
allow the vibrant hues from the
precious palette of mother nature
to burst through the leafy fodder.
Color the daisies, lilac and roses
with glowing sweet scented beauty.
Don’t forget the wildflowers, paint
them with an electric brilliance!
Sing to my cherished trees and
allow blooms and leaves to lovingly
peek at the wonders of a deep blue
sky and explode with a soulful grace.
Bestow blessings on a return of warm
weather birds and and all creatures.
Hear my serenade, my ode to Spring.
Righteous proclivity for harlequin hues.
Secrets of the River | Will Hall
I’ve seen gulfs.
I’ve seen oceans that are large, and deep as a baritone.
As deep as the Baltic Sea.
These bodies of water are a reminder of me.
I’ve swam in the Black Sea when the sky was white.
Sailed the Mediterranean on my way to Egypt.
Touched the bottom of the Atlantic,
the lost continent; saw my blood drip into the Red Sea.
I’ve seen the rich dark color
of the earth’s bodies of water.
These bodies of water are a reminder of me.
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Fallen | William Swales
We all fall
like leaves
of Autumn.
Bones crack
like decaying
branches
on a forest floor
Slowly returning
to the soil
whence they came.
Withered are we
Oh children of Earth,
Born to die
grasping for light
only to hope
to reach the forest’s top.