#naturepoem — Public Fediverse posts

The hill is tossing high, frail wisps of
rosy cloud to glide in steady gale
along a turquoise sky, around, above the
perpendicular and slightly askew columns,
above the triangular gap
between crown and crag…

—Tessa Ransford, “August 3rd”
published in Shadows from the Greater Hill (Ramsay Head Press, 1987)

https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/august-3rd/

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Childhood - this poem is a nostalgic reflection on the raw wonder of childhood, where nature spoke louder than people, and silence taught more than words. Through water crystals, tiger stares, and dancing grass, it explores the deep wisdom children carry untouched by judgment, yet rich with truth. 🌿✨🕊
For every dreamer, misfit, and quiet soul, this one's for you.
https://open.substack.com/pub/mahishadesai/p/childhood?r=4dafmy&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true

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A Lawnmower for St. Stephen’s

On the wasteland by the motor arena
Bee-flies and early bumbles
Take nectar from the colonising coltsfoot.
Here rises St. Stephen’s Spire –
The Anglican analogue
To Pugin’s St. Mary’s – 
And here, on this April day,
The vicar and his wife frown
With heads together
At the manual for the lawnmower
They’d lifted gleaming from the van.
They must see God in manufacture
As they do in all and everything - 
In the fossil fuel the mower burns,
In the monoculture grass it neatly clips.
And like Saint Augustus,
Who threw off monastic aloofness,
The vicar sets about the mowing –
that humble, humbling service -
Of the grass the bumbles never visit,
Bringing nascent summer
And a faintly droning childhood ache
To the workers by St. Stephen’s by the city.

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Wisdom all around
I count the trees as good friends
We have much to learn

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Prompt - Friend

—“In Winter, the Trees” by Lesley Sieger-Walls, published in Capsule Stories Winter 2022 Edition: Hibernation. Featuring poetry and prose, Capsule Stories Winter 2022 Edition explores the theme Hibernation. These stories and #poems ruminate on hunkering down for the #winter and resting. Buy now in paperback or ebook: capsulestories.com/winter-2022-edition

#capsulestories #trees #LesleySiegerWalls #winterpoem #poem #poetry #nature #naturepoem

Quivering, feathered limbs
cast up a murmuration.

Tree branches, now bare,
spider across the gray sky,
weaving and webbing upward.

Trunks may serve as charnels
for walnut shells,
the shade of a bird,
caps of acorns,
and desiccated leaves.

But inside, trees remain rivers,
flowing witnesses to winter.

They are most alive now:
still and waiting,
a resting awareness,
with tangled limbs
rooted in the sky.

#capsulestories #trees #LesleySiegerWalls #winterpoem #poem #poetry #nature #naturepoem

Quivering, feathered limbs
cast up a murmuration.

Tree branches, now bare,
spider across the gray sky,
weaving and webbing upward.

Trunks may serve as charnels
for walnut shells,
the shade of a bird,
caps of acorns,
and desiccated leaves.

But inside, trees remain rivers,
flowing witnesses to winter.

They are most alive now:
still and waiting,
a resting awareness,
with tangled limbs
rooted in the sky.

#capsulestories #trees #LesleySiegerWalls #winterpoem #poem #poetry #nature #naturepoem

—“In Winter, the Trees” by Lesley Sieger-Walls, published in Capsule Stories Winter 2022 Edition: Hibernation. Featuring poetry and prose, Capsule Stories Winter 2022 Edition explores the theme Hibernation. These stories and #poems ruminate on hunkering down for the #winter and resting. Buy now in paperback or ebook: capsulestories.com/winter-2022-edition

#capsulestories #trees #LesleySiegerWalls #winterpoem #poem #poetry #nature #naturepoem

Quivering, feathered limbs
cast up a murmuration.

Tree branches, now bare,
spider across the gray sky,
weaving and webbing upward.

Trunks may serve as charnels
for walnut shells,
the shade of a bird,
caps of acorns,
and desiccated leaves.

But inside, trees remain rivers,
flowing witnesses to winter.

They are most alive now:
still and waiting,
a resting awareness,
with tangled limbs
rooted in the sky.

#capsulestories #trees #LesleySiegerWalls #winterpoem #poem #poetry #nature #naturepoem

—“In Winter, the Trees” by Lesley Sieger-Walls, published in Capsule Stories Winter 2022 Edition: Hibernation. Featuring poetry and prose, Capsule Stories Winter 2022 Edition explores the theme Hibernation. These stories and #poems ruminate on hunkering down for the #winter and resting. Buy now in paperback or ebook: capsulestories.com/winter-2022-edition

#capsulestories #trees #LesleySiegerWalls #winterpoem #poem #poetry #nature #naturepoem

Quivering, feathered limbs
cast up a murmuration.

Tree branches, now bare,
spider across the gray sky,
weaving and webbing upward.

Trunks may serve as charnels
for walnut shells,
the shade of a bird,
caps of acorns,
and desiccated leaves.

But inside, trees remain rivers,
flowing witnesses to winter.

They are most alive now:
still and waiting,
a resting awareness,
with tangled limbs
rooted in the sky.

#capsulestories #trees #LesleySiegerWalls #winterpoem #poem #poetry #nature #naturepoem

—“In Winter, the Trees” by Lesley Sieger-Walls, published in Capsule Stories Winter 2022 Edition: Hibernation. Featuring poetry and prose, Capsule Stories Winter 2022 Edition explores the theme Hibernation. These stories and #poems ruminate on hunkering down for the #winter and resting. Buy now in paperback or ebook: capsulestories.com/winter-2022-edition

#capsulestories #trees #LesleySiegerWalls #winterpoem #poem #poetry #nature #naturepoem