Tag: nature

The Last Leaf

I’m not sure why every leaf must die,

vibrant green life turns brown and dry.

The first sign is the air turns cold,

Autumn turns the leaves red and gold.

Then Winter’s chill hits the air,

the biting wind doesn’t care.

The last leaf hits the snowy ground,

no more green can be found.

Why this happens, I just don’t know,

but the fallen leaves are buried under snow.

Whatever the reason is for this thing,

the leaves will return in the Spring.

The Friendly Snake

The snake in the grass gets bad press,

He isn’t always looking to start a mess.

He slithers, and he slides all day long,

Without ever doing one thing wrong.

The propaganda machine slanders his name,

But if you leave him alone, he is quite tame.

He doesn’t want to bother you,

He’s just looking to eat a rat or two.

Build your case, find the clues,

But I think his rep is fake news!

Here in New England

The frost crackled under my feet,

What a change from summer’s heat.

The leaves are falling from the trees,

Drifting slowly on autumn’s breeze.

Winter’s chill will soon be here,

Bringing snow and Christmas cheer.

Next comes spring and the rain,

Washing away the cold, icy pain.

Summer comes back once again,

Like a favorite, lifelong friend.

Round and round the seasons go,

Here in New England they put on a show.

Liquid Sunshine

Liquid sunshine is what they said,

when the deluge opened over my head.

I really don’t mind a sprinkle or two,

or walking barefoot in the morning dew.

Precipitation quenches the thirsty land,

and gentle rain showers can be grand.

But this torrent of raindrops is not fun,

I would prefer a cloudless day of sun!

A Sunny Day

The radiant sun burned through the morning haze,

like a luminous glow signaling summery days.

The shining disc was like a clarion call,

to those who wanted to surf or play volleyball.

Parents relax and bask in the brilliant sun,

while the kids build sandcastles and have fun!

After a snow-filled winter and cold spring,

a sunny day at the beach is the perfect thing!

Ocean Storm

The ocean waves lapped the shore.

First one, then one more.

Faster and faster the tide rolled in.

Nature’s patience growing thin.

The billowing wind turned into a gale.

The current stronger than a blue whale.

Brine-tipped waves battered the land.

The power of the sea, frightening yet grand.

Finally, the clouds parted, the sky turned blue.

The beach, again, safe for me and for you.

The Sun

The golden effulgence of the sun,

begins its rise as I run.

Dappled shadows beneath my feet,

is much cooler than noonday heat.

The sun at its zenith, it’s time for the beach,

soaking up the radiance, my mind out of reach.

The joy of the summer solstice frees my mind,

and lets my stressed-out body slowly unwind.