Nature Poems
A Maternal Plea
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
In the bygone days, I held you so near,
When turquoise skies were truly clear,
And emerald valleys sparkled in the sun,
And the pristine air could hurt no one.
And aqua waters shimmered transparency,
But that was long ago, in your infancy;
When towering, lush trees grew anywhere,
While riotous blooms crowded elsewhere!
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A Jasmine June
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
It was jazzy June and green butterflies, filled the air with magic.
Then butterscotch days were long, until the purple sunset panic.
Sunny June, when music festivals, were staged in shady parks;
While in treetops purple martins, warbled their musical remarks.
Late springtime everywhere, and sandy beaches were crowded;
And it seemed such a long spell, since skies had been clouded!
In the dreamy season of youth, blossoms preened everywhere,
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Spontaneous Me
by Walt Whitman
SPONTANEOUS me, Nature,
The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with,
The arm of my friend hanging idly over my shoulder,
The hill-side whiten'd with blossoms of the mountain ash,
The same, late in autumn--the hues of red, yellow, drab, purple, and
light and dark green,
The rich coverlid of the grass--animals and birds--the private
untrimm'd bank--the primitive apples--the pebble-stones,
Beautiful dripping fragments--the negligent list of one after
another, as I happen to call them to me, or think of them,
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A Parallel Earth
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
It was the weekend, and I was sleeping late that day,
Alone with the morning, while savoring marvels of May.
As I drowsed luxuriantly, at the outskirts of dreams,
I heard a strange sound, while soaking in gay sunbeams!
The sound came from my closet, quite across the room,
And drifted over mysteriously, like scent of perfume.
I moved toward the sound, so to discover its source,
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Give Me The Splendid, Silent Sun
by Walt Whitman
GIVE me the splendid silent sun, with all his beams full-dazzling;
Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard;
Give me a field where the unmow'd grass grows;
Give me an arbor, give me the trellis'd grape;
Give me fresh corn and wheat--give me serene-moving animals, teaching
content;
Give me nights perfectly quiet, as on high plateaus west of the
Mississippi, and I looking up at the stars;
Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers, where I can
walk undisturb'd;
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Thunder&Lightning
by Mario Odekerken
Thunder rolls
somewhere beyond the hills.
Lightning splits
the sky without warning.
For a moment,
everything is light,
then nothing.
Our Plumtree
by Mario Odekerken
It stands in the corner
where sunlight lingers longest.
Each season,
it forgets and begins again,
bare limbs,
then blossoms,
then fruit.
We never ask it for anything.
Still,
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Full Moon
by Mario Odekerken
It rises without asking,
pulling silence across the sky.
Not a word,
yet everything listens.
Even the shadows
stand still
to watch.
Harvest Moon
by Mario Odekerken
Low on the horizon,
it rises,
heavy with stories
the fields have whispered
all summer.
A quiet witness
to endings,
and to all
that still remains.
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Japan
by Mario Odekerken
Soft light breaks over the hills,
as Japan awakens
in silence and color.
Blossoms drift through ancient air,
stone paths remember
a thousand footsteps.
Here,
beauty is not made,
it is noticed.
