Nature Poems
The Sky Is Low, The Clouds Are Mean,
by Emily Dickinson
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.
A narrow wind complains all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.
Rise to Shine
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
splendid fairywren
in the long sunshine of life
songs keen as a knife
crimson sky or dawn
once cream moon's done her dreaming
silk roses preening
airy fairy spell
as the summer heat assaults
......
Natural Beauty
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Flora Jones lived in a pretty, rural area, where the deep green days lasted longer,
And she was a great lover of nature; like the colors of blue skies, getting stronger.
Flora Jones had lively sisters and brothers, and parents who loved them all dearly;
Like clouds move aside some satin nights, so pink stars can be seen more clearly.
Flora and her siblings had a few beloved pets, but many other wild animal friends;
More fun than a barrel of monkeys, like when arced, double rainbow condescends.
Living amid changing, changeless greenery, loving the beautiful was only natural;
......
Duino Elegies: The First Elegy
by Rainer Maria Rilke
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'
hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly
pressed me against his heart, I would perish
in the embrace of his stronger existence.
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror
which we are barely able to endure and are awed
because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.
Each single angel is terrifying.
And so I force myself, swallow and hold back
the surging call of my dark sobbing.
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The Goodbye Days
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Lisa Clark and husband, Joe, lived alone, like heavy, pink morning mist, pausing.
They were friends with the Coles next door, like noon sun on shadows, accosting.
The families were seen together often, like amethyst stars, amassed in clusters;
And the Cole's sons would play, until obsidian darkness, closed its cool shutters.
Lisa had gotten a new whistling teapot, a sweet birthday gift from dear sister;
So pretty with flowers! It took on a life of its own, whistling fading to whisper.
The young families loved backyard cookouts, like blooms by the friendly fence;
......
The Goodbye Days
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Lisa Clark and husband, Joe, lived alone, like heavy, pink morning mist, pausing.
They were friends with the Coles next door, like noon sun on shadows, accosting.
The families were seen together often, like amethyst stars, amassed in clusters;
And the Cole's sons would play, until obsidian darkness, closed its cool shutters.
Lisa had gotten a new whistling teapot, a sweet birthday gift from dear sister;
So pretty with flowers! It took on a life of its own, whistling fading to whisper.
The young families loved backyard cookouts, like blooms by the friendly fence;
......
Rise to Shine
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
splendid fairywren
in the long sunshine of life
songs keen as a knife
crimson sky or dawn
once cream moon's done her dreaming
silk roses preening
airy fairy spell
as the summer heat assaults
......
The Sunshine
by Somali Mukherjee
Let the sunshine come
And illuminate each life,
With kindness and peace.
Natural Beauty
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Flora Jones lived in a pretty, rural area, where the deep green days lasted longer,
And she was a great lover of nature; like the colors of blue skies, getting stronger.
Flora Jones had lively sisters and brothers, and parents who loved them all dearly;
Like clouds move aside some satin nights, so pink stars can be seen more clearly.
Flora and her siblings had a few beloved pets, but many other wild animal friends;
More fun than a barrel of monkeys, like when arced, double rainbow condescends.
Living amid changing, changeless greenery, loving the beautiful was only natural;
......
Captured Sunshine
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Blooms
yellow
and golden
with streaks of red
savor the warmth spell.
Scents like peaches
trail afar
bliss nears
buds.
