No Matter the Reason
No Matter the Reason
No matter the reason
the dress of the season
there’s no other way
enjoy your day
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Category Archives: Nature Poetry
Spring
Spring
Tired winter eyes look out and see
a tinge of green – trees still lean.
A patch of growth in a sunny spot
clutched together – almost a knot.
Buds on trees – tight with strain
waiting for sun, a little rain.
Daffodils blooming – yellow bright
bulbs sprouting – wanting more light.
Nature renewing – a gift to all
just a late winter wake up call.
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The Storm
The Storm
The sun was shining – just a minute ago.
Now the clouds move in – hanging low.
There’s a flash in the sky – a clap of thunder
you look at each other – start to wonder.
The wind picks up – the trees start to rustle
you gather your goodies – start to hustle.
Hoping to beat the rain on the way
nothing more to do – nothing more to say.
You run for cover – hoping to keep dry
the storm is faster – drops buckets from the sky.
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A Gray Rainy Day
A Gray Rainy Day
It’s a gray rainy day
the flowers and trees
need rain, so they say.
I want sun
bright and cheery
warm and fun.
But sometimes my need
must take a back seat
not look like greed.
The world is complex
I’m not a lone
I’m not always next.
I have patience, really care
feel the warmth of the rain
know how to share.
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Early Spring
Early Spring
Early Spring is such a tease
enticing all to do as they please.
A day of sunshine – a day or rain
temperatures warming, no need to complain.
Trees budding, flowers in bloom
time for a walk, no need for gloom.
Winter gone, summer on the way
early Spring, a joy each day.
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A Quiet Joy
A Quiet Joy
Warmth
sweetness
a gentle breeze.
Spots of color
flower blooming
grass fresh.
Winter
a worn memory
summer –
a new promise
spring –
a quiet joy.
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The Lone Sycamore
The Lone Sycamore
She stands tall and proud
limbs long and outstretched
stripped of her veils and imagery.
Balanced and poisded
rooted in her purpose
beautifully naked against the
winter gray sky.
Does man stand as tall
against the winter of his life
stripped of youth, of airs,
no disguise to hide behind?
Is his purpose as rooted
as balanced, as proud
as Nature’s majestic Sycamore?
Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2000 ©
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In the Garden
In The Garden
In the garden I hear the birds,
their sweet and lilting songs.
In the garden I see the trees,
limbs reaching to a clear blue sky.
In the garden I feel a Spirit
filling my heart with hope and joy.
In the garden I know a peace
quieting my worry removing all fear.
The garden touches the senses
thrills the heart surrounds the soul
gives love and hope.
Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 1999
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The Rain
The Rain
Where would we be without the rain?
Drip, drop, split, splat
mist as fine as angel dust.
The torrents, the pounding
the thunder, the roar.
The gentleness, the coolness
riding on a breeze.
Lifeblood of man, bird and beast.
Mother to the flowers, fragrant and sweet.
Father to the oceans, rivers and streams.
Heart to the fields, grass strong and tall.
Spirit to the soil, dark, damp and fertile.
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The River
The River
The flow, the freedom, the fury, the floods.
all faces of the river and its endless show.
Sometimes boring, quiet and calm
other days churning with anger and waves.
Her banks overflowing from torrents of rain
her speed too quick to follow.
The current carries trees, debris
and unknown victims in its path.
Nothing can stop the anger of the river.
No dams, dykes or sandbags
contain this powerful giant!
So we lean to live
with this river of power.
To love the beauty and accept her gifts.
Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 1990 ©
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The First Dropped Snow
The First Dropped Snow
The first dropped snow fall quietly to the ground.
The sun breaks through thick gray clouds
warmth to replace the ice cold of winter.
Branches are lifting, dropping mountains of snow
no longer prisoners as they spring to life.
Many return to their natural place
while some never move at all.
Unfortunately accidents of a harsh, cruel winter.
Icicles give way – drop, by drop, by drop
as warmth surrounds their frozen still bodies.
Thin, frosted spears become shiny and smooth
as Nature repaints the winter white landscape.
Great blankets of snow reveal secrets below
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My Neighbor’s Trees
My Neighbor’s Trees
I sit and gaze at my neighbor’s giant pine tree
reaching to the sky.
I stare at his large old oak
the trunk so gnarled and wide.
Who walked this land years ago
when a lone acorn was waiting for rain?
His sycamore stands so tall and poised
limbs all painted in white and gray.
So many branches already lost
rotting and crashing to the ground.
How many more springs will the sycamore stand?
I sit and contemplate the beautiful trees
the clouds lazy in the sky
communing with Nature
and my neighbor’s trees.
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