雨打青苔
雨打青苔滑 瓦簷滴碎一池秋 枯葉貼石階 Rain beads on moss A leaf turns in the stream Cold stones hold the dusk#naturepoetry — Public Fediverse posts
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The Hairst Licht ower Lomond
The hairst licht fa's saft ower Lomond's braes,An gowden mist lies low upon the loch;The hills stand still, as gin the warld drew breath,While autumn lays its licht on stane an heather.https://inkandrain.home.blog/2026/10/17/the-hairst-licht-ower-lomond/
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The merry badger keeps his way
Nocturnally,
And I go merry to my play
Even as he…—Olive Fraser, “The Solitaries”
from THE WRONG MUSIC, @canongate.co.uk 1989Happy National Badger Day – 6 October – to all who celebrate!
https://www.badgertrust.org.uk/brocktober
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thcentury #naturepoetry #womenwriters #badger #badgers #NationalBadgerDay
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Autumn by the Lomond
The Lomond gleams ‘neath autumn’s sky,Wi’ amber licht driftin’ by.The birks wear gowd alang the brae—A fiery cloak for shorten’d day.https://inkandrain.home.blog/2026/09/26/autumn-by-the-lomond/
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It’s been a long Indian summer
and the hips are rotting on the beach rose.I can almost taste their sour skins –
red balls of seeds glistening…—Marion McCready, “Rose Hips and Thistles”
published in MADAME ECOSSE (Eyewear Books, 2017)https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/rose-hips-and-thistles/
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #autumn #September #naturewriting #naturepoetry
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I wish I were a tree
I wish I were a tree.
Rooted to one place.
Friend of the wind.
Sun bather.
Rain catcher.Home to many.
Servant to seasons.
Shade to the hot human.I am sure I would find the prunings painful,
the winters cold,
and perhaps I would worry about the inevitable fall.But I doubt it.
For the roar of sap within and the caress of the elements without would drown out all other noisy distractions from what it means to simply
be
Tree.September 12, 2014
#autumn #Being #Contemplation #Creation #creationSpirituality #Earth #Ecopoetry #HumanAndNature #Mindfulness #mystery #Nature #naturePoetry #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #Poetry #presence #Rain #roots #Sacred #Seasons #Shade #Simplicity #Spirituality #stillness #Sunlight #Theopoetics #Tree #trees #TreesAsMetaphor #wind #Winter #Wonder -
New poem just dropped: a frog serenading the dark, the moon chasing daylight like it owes him rent, and a solid argument for why night deserves better PR.
"Dark Night" is live now on Half and One. Read it before day ruins your mood again.
https://halfandone.com/dark-night/
#poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #instapoetry #naturepoetry #writingcommunity
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“Facing two ways, the poem is part elegy, part praise song. I felt after reading it as if I’d just been walking over that sunlit ground, as if Jamie had spread the moor under the poem, with the sky arching above it.”
Carol Rumens discusses Kathleen Jamie’s “Moor”
https://www.theguardian.com/books/article/2024/jul/22/poem-of-the-week-moor-by-kathleen-jamie
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #naturewriting #naturepoetry
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What do we sense on the moor but ghost folk,
ghost deer, even ghost wolf. The path itself is a
phantom, almost erased in ling and yellow tormentil:
flowers of this summer and this summer only…—Kathleen Jamie, “Moor”
from CAIRN (Sort of Books, 2024)https://sortof.co.uk/kathleen-jamie-cairn
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #naturewriting #naturepoetry
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BeLeaf Tanka
#autumnLeaves #autumnMorning #beautyInOrdinaryThings #beleaf #breakfastWithFriends #contemplativePhotography #everydaySacred #fallColors #Friendship #Gratitude #leafPhotography #Mindfulness #morningLight #morningReflection #naturePoetry #noticingBeauty #photoPoetry #Photography #Poetry #Rain #seasonalReflection #simpleJoys #SpiritualReflection #tankaRain beads on the glass,
one bright leaf rests after friends—
breakfast warmth lingers.
Autumn arrives quietly,
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It gets late early out here
in the lacklustre places,
wind in the trees and the foodstalls’
ricepaper lamplight, fading and blurred with rain…—John Burnside, “Travelling South, Scotland, August 2012”
published in BLACK MIDDENS: New Writing Scotland 31 (ASL, 2013)#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #naturewriting #naturepoetry #JohnBurnside
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MORTAL FLIGHT – Reflection Poetry
MORTAL FLIGHT
Warm air carries the buzzards high,
Rise. Rise up and above words and worlds,
That call me stupid,
To think myself worthy of enlightenment.
Unable to unlock or free my mind?
Still, I sit there as the sun saunters across the early morning
Arrow-head Swifts screech, piercing the sky
The breeze fingers the grass as always
The uncurling fern loosens its grip on time
Revealing a life ending, not beginning as once thought.
A singular fine summer in which to sow and fruit
And sow…
I have known breath in my body and thoughts of my own.
I have danced with the falling leaves and tasted the salt in the ocean.
I have heard the songs women wail when heaving forth a life
I know the exact sound a newborn makes when fractious to be fed.
Not least, the eternally imprinted memory of holding hands in mine,
Of those who cease to exist.
I know the sound of my child’s heart beating inside their chest
Time taken to lay my head upon to listen.
I’ve witnessed the echoes of trickling laughter continue
To bounce off walls in rooms no longer filled.
Gasped at the joyful spray as they cascade back through my door
full grown,
While happiness spills down my cheeks.
I have cried. Like the heavy, great-big-fat rain of a thunder storm.
Lain spent and judged and sorrowful.
I have touched the lonely and felt it’s pity
Known the meaning of home
And hope…
I know what love should feel like
How fleeting life is.
I was fortunate enough, in yestermorrow,
To sit a while and inhale the view
Tasting the shades of green
As the clouds composed a musical masterpiece above my head.
I could feel the rocks watching me, the trees waiting as I marvelled at
Just how insignificant I am.
Now that is “Freeing!”
In fifty years the Earth will still spin another’s chapter
Around the sun
The grass will still sway
The birds will still sing
Water will still glisten
Sailors will still set off in search of adventure.
Ants will still toil
Kettles will still boil
Camp fire smoke will still care not where you sit!
And I’ll be long gone.
Thoughts, words, ego, memories.
Your opinion of me.
The rocks will still be watching,
Trees still waiting
For my time to come again.
© 2026 Juliette ProffittAll Rights Reserved
#humanexperience #lifereflections #naturepoetry #Poetry #soulful #souljourney
THE ABOVE POEM WAS WRITTEN BY AND REMAINS THE PROPERTY OF THE AUTHOR. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. THE AUTHOR GRANTS PERMISSION TO SHARE UNALTERED POSTS ONLY WHEN EXPLICITLY CREDITING THEM. NO OTHER REPRODUCTIONS ARE GRANTED WITHOUT PRIOR PERMISSION -
Alone in this bay near Port Mary
only the waves creeping in
and the squeal of a buzzard
high on a clifftop for company…—Norman Bissell, “Lichen Circles”
published in Slate, Sea & Sky: a journey from Glasgow to the Isle of Luing (Luath Press, 2007)https://luath.co.uk/products/slate-sea-and-sky
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #naturepoetry #Glasgow #Hebrides
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A bird’s voice chinks and tinkles
Alone in the gaunt reedbed –
Tiny silversmith
Working late in the evening…—Norman MacCaig, “July evening”
published in THE POEMS OF NORMAN MacCAIG (Birlinn, 2009)https://birlinn.co.uk/product/the-poems-of-norman-maccaig/
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thcentury #NormanMacCaig #summer #naturepoetry #naturewriting
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Does the sky hold our dreams?
When the flowers pray for water, does nature answer with a compassionate storm?
“Dreams in the Sky,” a new poem by Zen Master Sebastian Rizzon, explores nature as a vivid dreamscape of prayer, gratitude, compassion, and awakening.
Read the poem and share what it awakens in you:
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The grey roots circle thee, who never knew
At any hour within thy travels lone
A human shape but mine…—Olive Fraser, “The Adder of Quinag”
published in THE WRONG MUSIC, @canongatebooks 1989Another poem for World Snake Day 🐍
https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/adder-quinag/
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #snake #snakes #naturewriting #naturepoetry #Quinag #Sutherland #Highlands #WorldSnakeDay
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Lawnmower
There is power in these spinning blades,
green ninja of the grass.The grasshoppers and praying mantes flee and
fly before the whirring wind. The hilly homes
of Appalachian moundbuilding ants are cut down
to jagged holes which spew forth red and black
bodies in an angry burning sea.They do not realize that the hurricane
which slings them and their children
through the air today is predicted again
for next week unless the grass somehow
ceases to grow or the fuel line
springs a leak.September 3, 1996, Rolling Ridge
#1996 #Animals #antMound #ants #AppalachianAnts #backyardEcology #creaturelyLife #Death #ecologicalImagination #environmentalReflection #grass #grasshopper #greenNinja #hurricaneMetaphor #insects #kmls #lawnMower #macroPhotography #mechanicalPower #mowing #Nature #naturePoetry #ordinaryViolence #poemArt #poeticIllustration #Poetry #poetryIllustration #Power #prayingMantis #smallWorlds #suburbanNature #visualPoetry #whirringBlades #Writing -
Builder
For Nelson (May 16, 1944-July 13, 2005)
If I would have my life to live over again,
I would find an old stone wall in disrepair
and I would spend my days seeking the tumbled
down stones hidden in the grass.By day I would rebuild the wall. At night I
would lie in its lee. I would not be afraid
of the snakes and rodents disturbed from
their dark places in the cracks between the
stones where they sleep.And when my life came to an end and the wall
was as yet unfinished, I would not moan. I
would lay myself down against the rocks and
let my body fade away into a place of rest in
the cracks between the stones.March 11, 2005
(Reposted on the anniversary of my dear friend’s passing)
#2005 #acceptanceOfDeath #Aging #belongingToTheEarth #bodyToDust #communionWithTheLand #cracksBetweenStones #deathAndRest #dryStoneWall #Eulogy #grassAndWeeds #hiddenStones #Humility #impermanence #Legacy #lifeReflection #meditativePoem #mementoMori #Mortality #Nature #naturePoetry #oldField #peaceInLabor #Peacebuilding #poem #Poems #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #rebuilding #reflectivePoetry #Rest #ruralLife #rusticLandscape #secondChances #snakesAndRodents #stoneWall #unfinishedWork #Violence #Walls #weatheredStones #Writing -
Mist
a lake filled with fish shadows swimming in dark depths across a bottom covered with green creeping algae weeping willows press close moss hangs from branches looming over the water where the wet roots of the trees grip fungus covered rocks a mist slowly rises pale and thick from the glistening surface forms appear and vanish within weaving to and fro like ghosts swimming up into the night sky a white blanket spreads slowly over the sleeping countryside swirling around houses and slipping into chimneys across the silent hearthstones until the rising sun burns it away From the collection "Words at 16 (1983)" - edited June 2026
#1983 #algae #atmosphericWriting #countryside #CreativeWriting #darkNature #earlyWriting #eeriePoetry #Fear #fishShadows #fog #ghostlyImagery #gothicNature #gothicPoetry #hauntingLandscape #lakePoem #memoryAndMist #mist #Nature #naturePoetry #nightLake #oldPoems #poeticImagery #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #ruralGothic #shadowAndWater #teenagePoetry #weepingWillow #WordPressTagsPoetry #Writing -
Post to blog : Smartphonography Club :
Shelter in the Emerald Rain
#Xiaomi #Xiaomi15TPro #smartphonography #photography #streetphotography #Tokyo #Japan #Tokyomaxxing #RainyDayNature #ButterflyLovers #Macrophotography #NaturePoetry #Raindrops #Pokeweed #QuietMoments -
#232 – Ted Hughes in Alaska
https://open.spotify.com/episode/1AAlx5qdR784dHsySITNhS?si=ae9edcb8e9894b3b
An episode from 6/22/26: Tonight, we hear about the British poet Ted Hughes (1930-1998), and the poem he said he spent the most time on, “The Gulkana.” The poem is named after a river in Alaska, and in this episode, I preface a reading of the poem with excerpts from his letters and biography about Hughes’ love for the outdoors and for fishing. In particular, in the last two decades of his life, Hughes found great solace and intensity visiting his son, Nicholas, a marine biologist, who was then living in Alaska. Only after this introduction do I read “The Gulkana” in full, as well as the poem “That Morning.”
Both poems come from his 1983 collection, River; the letters come from those he wrote to the critic and friend Keith Sagar, as well as The Letters of Ted Hughes; the biography I read from is by Jonathan Bate. The other episodes I’ve done on Hughes’ life and poetry can be found here.
The best way to support the podcast is by leaving a review on Apple or Spotify, sharing it with others, or sending me a note on what you think. You can also order any of my books: Time and the River: From Columbine to the Invention of Fire, Notes from the Grid, To the House of the Sun, The Lonely Young & the Lonely Old, and Bone Antler Stone. I’ve also edited a handful of books in the S4N Pocket Poems series. I also have a YouTube channel where I share poems and excerpts from these books, mostly as YouTube shorts.
Email me at [email protected].
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Pink sand and sandpipers pink in the setting
sun and pink granite and the pink swirl
of green waves: no mediterranean relics
here, no ruined amphitheatres, no amphorae,no half-submerged statuary…
—Tom Buchan, “Camas Tuath”
https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/camas-tuath/
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thcentury #naturepoetry #Mull #Hebrides
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They crashed among the spider-nets
spluttering and breathing hoarsely,
chasing fish out of the water,
calling one another and disappearing…—“Dolphins at Cochin” by poet, playwright & novelist Tom Buchan (1931–1995), born #OTD, 19 June
https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/dolphins-cochin/
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thcentury #naturepoetry #dolphins #Kochi
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Of Mice and Mountain Daisies: Robert Burns & Nature
17 June, Ellisland – tickets by donationLed by acclaimed authors & historians Neil Baxter & Mary Craig, this special event will examine how Robert Burns experienced nature not simply as an observer, but as a poet whose daily life at Ellisland was shaped by the land, the River Nith & the rhythms of rural life
#Scottish #literature #18thcentury #RobertBurns #poetry #nature #naturepoetry
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Celebrating Robert Tannahill (2024)
Dissenting from prevailing notions that label Tannahill as “sweetly sentimental”, Prof Freeman’s lecture positions him as a major poet who expanded the tradition of British “rationalist” pastoralism
3/5
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tw2mnuTvcic
#Scottish #literature #poetry #18thcentury #19thcentury #Scots #Scotslanguage #workingclass #romanticism #pastoral #pastoralpoetry #naturepoetry
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Keen blaws the wind o’er er the Braes o’ Gleniffer.
The auld castle’s turrets are cover’d wi’ snaw;
How chang’d frae the time when I met wi’ my lover
Amang the broom bushes by Stanley green shaw…—Robert Tannahill, “The Braes o’ Gleniffer”
published in The Works of Robert Tannahill (1838)2/5
#Scottish #literature #poetry #18thcentury #19thcentury #Scots #Scotslanguage #workingclass #romanticism #naturepoetry
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Poetry in the Rose Garden
23 May, Scottish Poetry Rose Garden, Queen’s Park, Glasgow. Free.Join the Friends of Queen’s Park to celebrate the launch of Gillian Dawson’s nature‑based haiku, plus an in‑situ reading of Catherine Eunson’s sonnet corona, The Scottish Poetry Rose Garden.
https://www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/poetry-in-the-rose-garden-tickets-1989016230087