Stay Here: a summer poem

Can I stay here? Where the grass meets my fingertips, and God feels so near. ~ Where I close my eyes and breathe until my lungs hurt, filled with a lazy summer day’s air, clean and pert, and the whispering wind tugs and plays with my shirt. ~ Can I stay here? Where I smell …

Poem: Lights in the Night

The day is light, warm, bright, friendly, welcoming. Bees gather and swarm. ~ Butterflies flutter through the dappled sunlight. Flowers bloom, fresh and new. ~ It is when the night comes when the joy disappears, and cold seeps in, chills, numbs. ~ The animals scurry away. Fear grips them all, at the disappearance of day. …

Poem: Whispers of the Wind

Wind comes rushing down the plain, murmuring in its quiet tone, assuring that there soon comes rain, and to the fields that are sown, ~ that their thirst will be quenched, their roots will be fed, that they will not be wrenched, from the earth, lifeless, dead. ~ The wind continues, rustling the brush, patting …

Poetry: Two Spring Haikus

Grass and Wind: The green grass blowing In warm, whispering spring wind Is very calming The Small River: The cold ice has thawed The small river is now free To bubble and jump We had Autumn Haikus, Winter Haikus, aaand we needed a Spring Haikus post! I hope you enjoyed reading these. Until later, Enjoyed …

The Landscape: Observation Writing

Hello, everyone. One day I just wanted to take a walk to a park nearby where I live and write about it. Not just the park, but about the world. The earth. They sky. The trees around me. So I decided to go and write a piece of observation writing and see what I came …

Poem: Something to Say

Hey, all! This is a poem that I wrote a really long time ago, but just recently dug it up and rewrote it. It's kinda random, but I hope you like it! The rushing stream is babbling, dancing, rushing, dabbling. ~ Leaves fall in and float away, To be found again some other day. ~ …

Poem: Leaf in the Wind

Grown on a tree, the leaf does sway. ~ A current of wind comes, and pulls it away. ~ It swirls from the tree. Dances in the air. ~ Spins on the gust, high, light, and fair. ~ It passes a bird, topples over a tree. ~ Surveys a hill, far down to see. ~ …

Poem: Groggy Forest

The branches move and sway. A squirrel comes out to play. ~ The sun begins to rise without a sound. The light plays out onto the ground. ~ The birds rise and begin to sing. Foxes come out and see the beautiful spring. ~ The breeze brings the mice out of their home. They chatter …