Nature Poetry
by Sharon
View from the window
A stone wall lies at the edge of our land
Meticulously built by hand
Above it, an old carriage road
Now blanketed in leaves of gold
The pond now visible through the trees
Yesterday hidden by dense leaves
Beads of sunlight sneaking in
Where the leaves are getting thin
As I look closer I can see
A herd of deer have spotted me
They stop and stare then continue on
Then in a moment, they are gone
Meticulously built by hand
Above it, an old carriage road
Now blanketed in leaves of gold
The pond now visible through the trees
Yesterday hidden by dense leaves
Beads of sunlight sneaking in
Where the leaves are getting thin
As I look closer I can see
A herd of deer have spotted me
They stop and stare then continue on
Then in a moment, they are gone
October
October signals the leaves to fall, and all day long they tumble
From the tree tops to the ground and I am ever humbled
I'm in awe of nature's schedule, so precise and so true
I know that I can count on her to do what she must do
Like a warm summer shower, the leaves slowly descend
Lots of reds and yellows, a lovely autumn blend
I close my eyes and listen and I can hear the sound
Quiet pitter patters as they reach the ground
I breathe this in and hold it, so it can soothe my soul
And fill me where I'm empty, and that is nature's goal
From the tree tops to the ground and I am ever humbled
I'm in awe of nature's schedule, so precise and so true
I know that I can count on her to do what she must do
Like a warm summer shower, the leaves slowly descend
Lots of reds and yellows, a lovely autumn blend
I close my eyes and listen and I can hear the sound
Quiet pitter patters as they reach the ground
I breathe this in and hold it, so it can soothe my soul
And fill me where I'm empty, and that is nature's goal
Springtime
The birds have changed their tune
They're singing more like June
They're waking up the sun
Springtime has begun
The Crocus can be seen
Peeping through the green
Tulips lie below
A tiny patch of snow
The days will soon be long
As Springtime sings her song
They're singing more like June
They're waking up the sun
Springtime has begun
The Crocus can be seen
Peeping through the green
Tulips lie below
A tiny patch of snow
The days will soon be long
As Springtime sings her song
Autumn
A cool and quiet morning
Fall came without warning
The sun has moved its place
Life is changing pace
It’s hard to say goodbye
To warmth and butterflies
And welcome in the chill
Of dew upon the sill
Fall came without warning
The sun has moved its place
Life is changing pace
It’s hard to say goodbye
To warmth and butterflies
And welcome in the chill
Of dew upon the sill
Birds
Noise
It’s hard to tune out all the noise
And focus on the little joys
Like beams of sunlight through the pane
Or the sound of gently falling rain
And focus on the little joys
Like beams of sunlight through the pane
Or the sound of gently falling rain
Papa Wren
The little wren is looking for a place to build his nest
So he can sit upon the eggs and let the mama rest
He'll give her several options and wait for her decision
Then he'll work to build the nest with tireless precision
When the babes arrive he happily helps out
He feeds them and protects them from the harm that's all about
He never lets them down and he's with them every day
Until it's finally time for them to fly away
So he can sit upon the eggs and let the mama rest
He'll give her several options and wait for her decision
Then he'll work to build the nest with tireless precision
When the babes arrive he happily helps out
He feeds them and protects them from the harm that's all about
He never lets them down and he's with them every day
Until it's finally time for them to fly away
Changing Season
It's a different feel today, the sunlight shines a different way
More light is coming through the trees, fewer are the birds and bees
Nights are crisp but days are warm, sometimes giving way to storms
Fields are dewy in the morn, as farmers gather up their corn
Potted plants have all been sold, Mums have replaced Marigolds
Farm fresh apples ripe to eat, signal summer's sure retreat
It's a different feel today, as Autumn tries to make her way
More light is coming through the trees, fewer are the birds and bees
Nights are crisp but days are warm, sometimes giving way to storms
Fields are dewy in the morn, as farmers gather up their corn
Potted plants have all been sold, Mums have replaced Marigolds
Farm fresh apples ripe to eat, signal summer's sure retreat
It's a different feel today, as Autumn tries to make her way
Summer Evening Concert
Highway in the distance
Highway in the distance, the commuters on their way Here the birds are chirping as the forest starts its day Now the sound of truckers as they make deliveries Here the sound of wind blowing through the trees Highway sounds grow louder as the morning moves ahead Here I shall enjoy the sounds of nature from my bed |
Brownie-Girl
We have a feisty little squirrel
We have named her Brownie-Girl
She visits our feeders every day
In the most unusual way
She perches in the nearby tree
To see if we have put out seed
If she sees that seed is there
She makes her plan to get her share
Climbing up the house she goes
Following her little nose
From the roof she jumps on down
Startling us with the sound
Then she sits and quietly eats
Quite an acrobatic feat!
We have named her Brownie-Girl
She visits our feeders every day
In the most unusual way
She perches in the nearby tree
To see if we have put out seed
If she sees that seed is there
She makes her plan to get her share
Climbing up the house she goes
Following her little nose
From the roof she jumps on down
Startling us with the sound
Then she sits and quietly eats
Quite an acrobatic feat!
All poetry on this website was written by Sharon M. Tango
All images were taken by Sharon M. Tango
All images were taken by Sharon M. Tango