Poems About Nature

A collection of poems about nature and its restorative powers.

“Golden Hour”

I wanted to dip in,

And push through this warm stream of liquid gold.

Just swim out to the horizon,

And leave everything behind me –

My cellphone, my coat, my inhibitions,

To search with a primal wonderment,

And fall over some edge of the earth,

Into paradise.

And see where it takes me...

“Blue Hour”

I love the beach at blue hour.

You can’t decide,

If you are looking at

Sand,

Or snow.

“Adventurous Spirit”

I feel about nature

The way I feel about libraries full of books.

It is maddening to think,

That even if I lived a thousand years,

I could never explore it all.

But that won’t stop me from trying.

“Riverside”

I left a lot of thoughts by that river.

Maybe that is why I miss that place

So much.

“Sunsets”

She deeply missed the sunsets

In that particular city.

The good news was,

The sun sets everywhere.

“Clouds”

The clouds hung in the sky,

Cut out by angels,

From folded paper,

The way children might make paper snowflakes,

And hang them with string,

From the drop ceilings of their classroom;

Like cardboard cutouts suspended on wires,

In the backdrop of the school play.

Still.

Vibrant.

Larger than life.

Almost two-dimensional.

Drawn to perfection.

“Paradise”

I hadn’t felt so still all summer.

It would have been a crime to move,

To break this tangible quiet.

Nature did it’s work on me.

The restful air,

Neither hot nor cold,

Inhabited my skin,

Stilled,

Without breeze to carry it onward.

The mellow waves stirred my heart,

With every rolling beat against the shore.

The calling birds,

Gliding through the shining, painted sky,

Suggested I might be in Heaven.

The insects chirping their white noise from the trees,

Reminded me,

I was still on God’s green earth,

Fully alive,

Surrounded with life,

Tasting a micro-sample of His goodness.

And the sunset stilled and sealed my body

Into a statue,

Embedded in the rocks,

To age and discolor with time,

In this wondrous Utopian universe

That had presented itself to me.

…

I believe I had a glimpse

Into one of those magical lands

You read of in fantasies.

Perhaps without knowing it,

I had stepped through a portal,

Or a wardrobe,

Or connected with some magical body,

To enjoy some time in paradise,

While time stood still around me.

“Lake Life”

A calming dip in that blue-hour body –

Nature’s cleansing bath

After a long, tiring day.

The enchanting dusk,

A warm breath of fresh air,

For a mind clouded with stress.

The gentle waves, a smooth comfort

To blistered skin and a troubled heart.

“Seashore”

In the sand I decompose,

As the ocean takes the ground

From underneath me,

Burying me deeper into the earth.

“Life Source”

Her hand stretched out

To the needles on the branches above her.

She hoped by touching them,

That brief moment of contact

Would send through her

An invigorating life flow,

To reawaken her weary soul.

She hoped to steal a taste of their life,

To suck up their vitality;

Incite a pulse,

To share in their carefree existence,

Their cool demeanor,

And experience a hint of their

Instinctual, uninhibited freedom.

“Cityscape”

That lovely transition

From radiant golden hour

To velvety nighttime.

The twinkling twilight of blue hour

Right in between.

The quiet moon becomes more present,

Low-lit by residual colors of the retiring sun,

That sinks to its grave,

Hello, moon,

Shining soft and white

In the midnight abyss.

Oh, the privilege

Of seeing two planetary wonders in the sky at once.

Shining pools of deep blue waters spread

Over the curves of the land,

Making felt patches

Interrupted by puddles

And yellow light.

Headlights and streetlamps fleck through the blackness,

Looking like fiery rain matter

Fallen

From the orange sky.

“A Tree Haiku”

Feet planted like trees.

Toes spread under the concrete.

Roots and trunks of me.

I am stilled in thought

As I soak up nutrients.

I grow so sterile.

I am permanent,

Experiencing the earth.

I can’t move. Just breathe.