By Mother and Men
Birds are fed by Mother and men… Read More By Mother and Men
Tag: nature poem
The Heron
At the water’s edge Hidden in the reeds A heron stood Ready to feed Barely noticeable Blended and still Waiting With power and will For passersby Both fish and I To swim and walk With blinded eyes To meet our fates At the water’s edge My path curved right As the heron fed On ill-fated… Read More The Heron
Showered with Love
Watered from above And showered with love This is how a garden grows
Happy Little Flowers
It’s right about now When dandelions appear With bright yellow flowers Blossoming far and near Though they’ve been called Nothing more than weeds They are so much more So much more, indeed The bees and butterflies Find them, “Oh, so pretty!” They’ll grow anywhere Whether country or city They add much-needed interest To a lawn… Read More Happy Little Flowers
Whoosh
A flock of robins Darted here and there Their controlled chaos In trees, in air Swirling and spiraling Grey, blue and red Chirping and peeping Was heard overhead Where juniper berries Hung heavy on trees The robins feasted In the late fall breeze One after the other They had their fill Whoosh All was calm… Read More Whoosh
Cutest Pumpkin
Though the garden shows signs Of slowing down Between the drooping leaves There’s color in the brown A few red tomatoes Waiting to be picked A green cucumber Dangling from a stick But the prize right now Sitting pretty on the ground Is the cutest pumpkin Just waiting to be found Sweet, petite, and orange… Read More Cutest Pumpkin
Worth
With good intentions I give you a home Within this land Where you may grow Dig deep And flourish Upon this earth It is my hope The future Knows your worth As I gently tuck you In the dirt
My Favorite Tree
My favorite tree Has been dropping her leaves It’s as if she too Feels the rampant unease So much unrest To hear and see Wildfires, floods Viral disease Still, she digs deep Deep into the ground Until what was lost Is once again found In the air, the dirt The churning sea A new leaf… Read More My Favorite Tree
Behold
Glass bottles Thrown from docks Burst under waves Break over rocks Rolled in the sea Tumbled by sand They run aground Back on dry land With edges buffed And shine frosted Glass once new Now worn and salted Ready to be found By a discerning soul Who’ll see someone’s trash As treasure to behold
Forest of Daisies
I’ve seen a forest of daisies And it’s a magical place Where petals come together In a loving embrace It’s a place for dreamers Where hope comes alive Where spirits are lifted Without having to try It’s a place of potential Where purpose is found Where seeds once planted Breakthrough dry ground In a forest… Read More Forest of Daisies
Jessica M. Collette 
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