The natural word is like
therapy to me. Often times, if I'm feeling down, I just step outdoors, take in the beauty and serenity, and begin writing.
When I'm finished, I am more at ease and feel a sense of peace and accomplishment. I also write when something from the great
outdoors beckons me to capture the moment. Below, are just a few of the poems that resulted from those tranquil
moments with Mother Nature...
Mother Nature's Other Plans
One spring day I hung a feeder,
That my nine-year-old made in class
And day by day we had watched
For our feathered friends to pass.
The food that the class was given
Was several seeds of black,
But for some reason the songsters
Wouldn't stop by for a snack.
After a few minutes had passed
With some showers and some sun,
One day I happened to notice
New lives had just begun.
The sprouts were soon transplanted
And then tended to with care
And we watched as hairy stems
Kept rising towards the air.
Yellow suns began blossoming
In the summer month of July.
The food that the birds ignored,
Is now beauty three foot high!
As We Sit by the Pond
Day has almost surrendered
The last of its light,
As we sit by the pond
And wait for a bite.
The water's edge is glistening
As the sun is resting low.
The dragonflies on the flora
Have an iridescent glow.
Much of the water's surface
Is invaded by moss.
Nothing is being caught,
But lines are still tossed.
My two kids throw lines
At ripples that they see.
My husband's fishing on down,
And I'm watching with glee.
We hear over and over
Two barred owls reply:
Who-cooks-for-you-all
From the woods nearby.
We also hear a bullfrog,
Whose voice is very deep.
Where the reptile is hidden
A secret that he keeps.
The four of us relax,
With no one else around.
No fish are being caught,
But a treasure we have found.
Our family is together
Displaying a special bond
And admiring nature's glory,
As we sit by the pond.
Ladybug
Little creatures
Adorned in scarlet with
Dots of black decorate
Yard as they
Bring hints of spring
Upon sunlit blades and
Greet small gazing eyes.
Childhood Treasures
Fireflies flicker in the evening sky,
Bringing wonderment to children's eyes.
They reach their tiny hands in the air
For the luminous bodies flying everywhere.
They run and jump to catch the lights,
As their parents did on summer nights.
They snatch the bugs that blink like stars
And place their treasures into a jar.
Nature's lantern they hold with glee,
Smiles shine as they set them free.
A Little Birdie Told Me
I'm in the kitchen cookin'
And I then I began to hear
A sound I hadn't heard
Since the previous year.
I peered out my window
And looked up at a limb.
There was robin redbreast,
From where the sound did stem.
Trees were still undressed,
But I knew it wouldn't be long
Before spring would be unpacking
Robin told me in his song.
The
Voice of Mother Nature
Listen in the winter
As the icicles unfreeze,
And hear the birds of black
A-cawin' among the trees.
Hear "Peter-Peter-Peter"
The timouse whistles in the spring,
And the peeping of the wee ones,
As some food their mamas bring.
Listen to the sound of crickets
As they serenade the night,
And to the maracas of cicadas
That play in summer's light.
Hear the geese a-honkin'
As they fill the autumn sky,
And the pinging of the acorns
When they fall from limbs on high.
With winter flakes or summer sun,
No matter the time of year,
Mother Nature will speak to us,
If we take the time to hear.
