“beneath the rosy sky veiled in mist the blooming meadow” NatureSkyPoemZenMeeta AhluwaliaMeetaahluwaliaMeadowNature Poem Author:Meeta Ahluwalia
“When I close my eyes and envision the stars, I am placed in a trance, where me and the stars dance together.” Inspirational QuotesPoetryPoemInner PeacePoetry QuotesStars QuotesNature PoetryNature Poem Book:If Stars Could Speak Source: If Stars Could Speak
“The Fairy Bride The fairy bride picked the lock And tiptoed through the summer wood She gave no mind to life behind Or shadows thrown by bad or good She gave no mind to wrong or right Or screeching call of owls at night She listened for the haunting cries That called her from her blushing bud Ferns unfurl a tickled fronds Laughing at her slightest brush Dewdrops glisten with green eyes Meadows sway with lightest hush A captive note arrests her breath Dreamers weave intricate maze Lithe and quick she shines the light Illuminating shadow glades She gives no mind to life and limb Or captor’s hiss from deep within Her purity will seize the thread Dangling loose from dreamer’s web She spins a silver spool of light To catch the rays of stars at night Now innocence can spread its wings Making haste for freedom flight She gives no mind to where they fly Or how tall grasses lift her high She clicks the lock and in she glides All nature hails the fairy bride” PoetryPoemInnocenceFairyNature PoemFairy BrideSummer Wood Book:The Soul in Words: A collection of Poetry & Verse Source: The Soul in Words: A collection of Poetry & Verse
“Ode To A Spider's Web by Stewart Stafford O to dwell in the skeletal palace, Of the spider's ceiling cobweb and, Spy on all as none can spy on you, An arachnid deity astride the world. Even with many eyes to see things, It's blind to those monstrous features, Nimble, lean legs, as wicked fingers, Weave a webbed masterpiece home. Outdone by his garden cousin's web, With backlit, bejewelled beads of dew, Undulating in a tepid, animating breeze, The house spider is a satisfied squatter. © Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved” NatureSpidersSpiderOdeCobwebNature PoemNature Poems Irish PoetAnimal PoemsArachnidSpiders Web Author:Stewart Stafford
“The Watery Cosmos by Stewart Stafford O realm of Poseidon, Dura Mater of all hidden - Salty soup of subtle plankton, And breaching whales unbidden. O friendly ocean, Looking glass of sky steep - Shooting stars bioluminescent Whirlpool galaxies of the deep. This savage playground, Cradling hurricane fury, The birthing pool of the living, A submerged mass cemetery. As light fades fast above, So a lunar-dark seabed rears up, Slowly enveloping all and sundry, Surface in a seahorse stirrup. Seeds from the Amazon, Passengers of the Atlantic Conveyor, Nestling on English coasts Gifts of an aquatic purveyor. © Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.” SeaOceanMarine LifeOceansNature PoetrySeasNature PoemNature PoemsNature Poems Irish PoetWorld Oceans Day Author:Stewart Stafford
“Ash hangs in the still autumn air. A lone raven calls from above. I come seeking the voices of my friends Oak, Madrone, Buckeye, and Bay. But their spirits have retreated beyond my reach. Only the raven and I are present here.” Nature QuotesNature PoemFire QuoteFire Poems Author:Solstice
“The dark and cold of winter pressed its snowy blanket down. It stilled the land and bid it rest, to dream beneath its frosty gown.” Winter QuotesNature QuoteNature PoemWinter Poetry Author:Solstice
“The Birnam Oak by Stewart Stafford Medieval guardian, limpet oak, Reinforced branches, sunlit soak, Gnarled limbs in supplicant pose, A statuesque deity in thorny repose. Set up tent 'neath a canopy deep, Where my pilgrim forbears sleep, Midges swarming campfire's glow, And drowsy me, to slumber go. May roots prosper far from sight, Defying storm, flame, chainsaw's bite, Give verdant breath to creation's plan. Until Earth falls from human hand. © 2024, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.” TreeShakespeareOakOak TreeNature PoetryMacbethNature PoemNature PoemsNature Poems Irish PoetBirnam Wood Author:Stewart Stafford
“In Green Grandeur by Stewart Stafford Under towers of green pillars, Grow those leafed palaces, Stretching out their tall limbs, Up skyward in thanksgiving. Saplings with peacock foliage, A forest floor carpeted thickly, With dead leaves, kindling and, Subterranean roots peeking out. Storm-crooked trunks stooping, To the lightning-shattered bows, Fingers of dying sunlight reach, To caress the ivy-entwined bark. © Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved” TreeWoodsTreesForestWoodlandNature PoetryNature PoemNature Poems Irish PoetWoodlandsTree Trunk Author:Stewart Stafford
“A Magic Hour’s Dreaming by Stewart Stafford Is there a sight more fair than wheaten fields, Awaiting the sun's ambush to potently ignite? Colour vibrates beyond the eye revealed, To live, dance and breathe in honeyed light. Nature’s palette, painted hues so bright, Invites the bees to sip and man to dream, Of engineered art, dazzling to the sight, Authored lightning in a celestial seam. The creator’s canvas, mint beyond decay, Invites the inner child to replenish at source, Where Nature’s staff casts shadows away, Friendships bond as a trickling stream's course. An eyeblink flash carved in history's tree, Treasured riches pooled of those by our side. For in sepia’s sunflower memory, We court the hand of an agreeable bride. Fading birdsong underscores this bottled time, In butterfly hearts, the hourglass stilled sublime. Autumn's leaves, ochre embers, curtsied fall, Farewell Summer, until roused in New Year's call. © 2024, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.” TimeFriendshipNature S BeautyNature PoetryGolden HourNature PoemMagic HourNature Poems Irish PoetAutumn PoetrySonnet 18 Author:Stewart Stafford
“God's Grand Weather Machine by Stewart Stafford Some say: 'Send storm clouds back to sender; Into God's omnipotent weather machine.' Let them come, I say, and cleanse me, Reborn for the second time as a teen. Improvising with nature's gifted props; Perspective in motion, despite the scene, To go without sleep for fear of nightmares? Insomniac strike - we're dreamers, not the dream. Skies beyond our grasp caress down; As raindrop punctuation marks careen, Spin your watery partner on the floor, Absent of weather critics venting spleen. Thunderous applause greets our every move, Hoping lightning's ovation strikes the forest trees. We shuffle and shimmy as sky spray slicks steps, Dancing to judges' scorecards of degrees. © 2024, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.” Bad WeatherModern PoetryNature PoetryInspirational PoetryNature PoemNature PoemsNature Poems Irish PoetWeather PoemWeather PoemsWeather Poetry Author:Stewart Stafford