Nature Poem

Nature Poem short poem

for Shimah

A nature poem
should be about
snow hushed woods late at night,
a rainbow’s refracted light,
counting rings on fallen trees,
glades full of honey bees,
autumn’s harvest, summer flowers,
the sun, the earth, the moon, the stars,
a nature poem should be about
clouds and daffodils.

It should never be about
beaches without children,
oceans without boats,
dawn without birdsong,
sunrise without hope,
bedtime stories by moonlight,
digging holes in the sand,
lives measured in days,
never holding her hand.

Shimah, nature.

This poem is part of the Poetry Book Black Eyed Peace

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Irish poet, who spent his early years in Belfast and now lives in Coleraine with his wife and 2 children. His first collection "Thomas" was published by Lapwing in 2005, and his second collection "Black Eyed Peace" has just been published. It is available as either a free eBook or in traditional printed format. His work has been widely published in magazines, anthologies, and on-line. His work has also been broadcast and published by the BBC and a number of his poems have achieved competition success. He has been involved with the Ballymoney Writers for over 15 years and has edited and published 3 collections of their work.
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J.rid
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I loved reading your poem and yes I do agree.

Kavita Jain
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really beautiful ,nature is the cradle where childhood nourishes youth flourish and old take a siesta nature complements humans . nice

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