Nature Poem Quotes

“Rebellious leaves
going out
in a blaze of glory,
setting trees aflame
in riotous color.
Reluctant surrender
to rumors
of coming winter.”
― John Mark Green, Taste the Wild Wonder: Poems

“The stars slowly faded
as the sun began to rise,
and I found eternity
in the morning sky.”
― Christy Ann Martine

“The dark and cold of winter pressed its snowy blanket down. It stilled the land and bid it rest, to dream beneath its frosty gown.”
― Solstice

“In Green Grandeur by Stewart Stafford

Under towers of green pillars,
Grow those leafed palaces,
Stretching out their tall limbs,
Up skyward in thanksgiving.

Saplings with peacock foliage,
A forest floor carpeted thickly,
With dead leaves, kindling and,
Subterranean roots peeking out.

Storm-crooked trunks stooping,
To the lightning-shattered bows,
Fingers of dying sunlight reach,
To caress the ivy-entwined bark.

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved”
― Stewart Stafford

“Oh the beauty of nature!
Oh the magical heart touching flower.
My heart wants to bloom like you
with love, joy, and laughter.”
― Debasish Mridha

“Feel the kiss of ocean breeze,
Hear the song of dancing wave
Let your soul fly away with seagulls
To fill the heart with the joy of life.”
― Debasish Mridha

“The Fairy Bride

The fairy bride picked the lock
And tiptoed through the summer wood
She gave no mind to life behind
Or shadows thrown by bad or good

She gave no mind to wrong or right
Or screeching call of owls at night
She listened for the haunting cries
That called her from her blushing bud

Ferns unfurl a tickled fronds
Laughing at her slightest brush
Dewdrops glisten with green eyes
Meadows sway with lightest hush

A captive note arrests her breath
Dreamers weave intricate maze
Lithe and quick she shines the light
Illuminating shadow glades

She gives no mind to life and limb
Or captor’s hiss from deep within
Her purity will seize the thread
Dangling loose from dreamer’s web

She spins a silver spool of light
To catch the rays of stars at night
Now innocence can spread its wings
Making haste for freedom flight

She gives no mind to where they fly
Or how tall grasses lift her high
She clicks the lock and in she glides
All nature hails the fairy bride”
― Collette O'Mahony, The Soul in Words: A collection of Poetry & Verse

“beneath the rosy sky
veiled in mist
the blooming meadow”
― Meeta Ahluwalia

“When I close my eyes and envision the stars, I am placed in a trance, where me and the stars dance together.”
― Natalia Beshqoy, If Stars Could Speak

“Ode To A Spider's Web by Stewart Stafford

O to dwell in the skeletal palace,
Of the spider's ceiling cobweb and,
Spy on all as none can spy on you,
An arachnid deity astride the world.

Even with many eyes to see things,
It's blind to those monstrous features,
Nimble, lean legs, as wicked fingers,
Weave a webbed masterpiece home.

Outdone by his garden cousin's web,
With backlit, bejewelled beads of dew,
Undulating in a tepid, animating breeze,
The house spider is a satisfied squatter.

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved”
― Stewart Stafford

“Ash hangs in the still autumn air. A lone raven calls from above. I come seeking the voices of my friends Oak, Madrone, Buckeye, and Bay. But their spirits have retreated beyond my reach. Only the raven and I are present here.”
― Solstice

“The Crowned Snail by Stewart Stafford

The vortex-shelled snail,
Hermit rider of the dome,
Silver trails cross the garden,
This green, perennial home.

Playing Russian Roulette,
With giant feet or wheels,
Survivor of stone attacks,
Battering rams birds wield.

A journey with no beginning,
Nor a destination to travel to,
Snug in his fortress castle,
A crowned king, incognito.

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“The Watery Cosmos by Stewart Stafford

O realm of Poseidon,
Dura Mater of all hidden -
Salty soup of subtle plankton,
And breaching whales unbidden.

O friendly ocean,
Looking glass of sky steep -
Shooting stars bioluminescent
Whirlpool galaxies of the deep.

This savage playground,
Cradling hurricane fury,
The birthing pool of the living,
A submerged mass cemetery.

As light fades fast above,
So a lunar-dark seabed rears up,
Slowly enveloping all and sundry,
Surface in a seahorse stirrup.

Seeds from the Amazon,
Passengers of the Atlantic Conveyor,
Nestling on English coasts
Gifts of an aquatic purveyor.

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“The Cycle's Whisper by Stewart Stafford

A crisp mountain breeze,
Whispers on verdant meadows,
In the starlings' murmuration,
Bodies flutter as the wind blows.

River salmon leap upstream,
To the places of their siring,
All the tests of life in the flesh,
With thrashing bodies expiring.

Starving bears lie in wait to
Shorten the fading quest,
Or a moribund swim home,
To a watery boneyard's rest.

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“The Spinning Year by Stewart Stafford

Warm days, leaves of green,
Winter's looming touch between,
Harvesting in chill of night,
Spiders crawl in roused delight.

Rearranging the hibernacle,
My living quarter tabernacle,
To see out the darkened months,
Until come Spring's timed shunts.

Emerge into a world of change,
Earth's mother hand will rearrange,
Another tree ring sagely earned,
See around a new corner turned.

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Stonebridge Forest by Stewart Stafford

Woke to accusatory dark clouds,
Growling menace of distant storms,
The wrecking ball hung lifeless,
Sun - blinding me with temporal light.

A labyrinthine drive to Stonebridge,
Transporting tunes of my pomp,
Stopped for a tasty king's breakfast,
Simpatico stares from the waitress.

The river's alleviating rush past;
A silver ribbon pulses in my veins,
Positive ions cleanse city toxins,
Welcomed to a placid homecoming.

Fisherman dangling death downriver,
Enthroned on the bank, skimming stones,
I tried to top my record each time,
Teasing out mysteries in a green maze.

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Pilgrim’s Progress by Stewart Stafford

Solitary steps in silence grim,
As waters lapped the lakeside’s rim,
In our time, before and aft,
Magpies cackled, crows laughed.

I drew level with a miasmic curtain,
In vapour folds, to views uncertain,
Sound grew thick in compensation,
I took each step with trepidation.

Sweet breath wind, fog dispersed,
Marvelling at the ground traversed,
The garden path to a shelter trite,
As hailstones on my windows bite.

© Stewart Stafford, 2024. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Guardian Of The Forest by Stewart Stafford

Follow the stag, a voice whispered,
For he is the guardian of the forest,
Fleeing danger to well-worn tracks,
Rejuvenating stream water sheen.

Pulchritudinous spiked crown atop,
Surveying all subjects of his realm,
From snow-capped ermine peaks,
Defying resistance of challengers.

Hunters inch closer to their quarry,
In bloodlust desecration, blinded,
To the martyred immortal nobility,
Soaring to the Heavens in rebirth.

© Stewart Stafford, 2024. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“The Birnam Oak by Stewart Stafford

Medieval guardian, limpet oak,
Reinforced branches, sunlit soak,
Gnarled limbs in supplicant pose,
A statuesque deity in thorny repose.

Set up tent 'neath a canopy deep,
Where my pilgrim forbears sleep,
Midges swarming campfire's glow,
And drowsy me, to slumber go.

May roots prosper far from sight,
Defying storm, flame, chainsaw's bite,
Give verdant breath to creation's plan.
Until Earth falls from human hand.

© 2024, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“A Magic Hour’s Dreaming by Stewart Stafford

Is there a sight more fair than wheaten fields,
Awaiting the sun's ambush to potently ignite?
Colour vibrates beyond the eye revealed,
To live, dance and breathe in honeyed light.

Nature’s palette, painted hues so bright,
Invites the bees to sip and man to dream,
Of engineered art, dazzling to the sight,
Authored lightning in a celestial seam.

The creator’s canvas, mint beyond decay,
Invites the inner child to replenish at source,
Where Nature’s staff casts shadows away,
Friendships bond as a trickling stream's course.

An eyeblink flash carved in history's tree,
Treasured riches pooled of those by our side.
For in sepia’s sunflower memory,
We court the hand of an agreeable bride.

Fading birdsong underscores this bottled time,
In butterfly hearts, the hourglass stilled sublime.
Autumn's leaves, ochre embers, curtsied fall,
Farewell Summer, until roused in New Year's call.

© 2024, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“God's Grand Weather Machine by Stewart Stafford

Some say: 'Send storm clouds back to sender;
Into God's omnipotent weather machine.'
Let them come, I say, and cleanse me,
Reborn for the second time as a teen.

Improvising with nature's gifted props;
Perspective in motion, despite the scene,
To go without sleep for fear of nightmares?
Insomniac strike - we're dreamers, not the dream.

Skies beyond our grasp caress down;
As raindrop punctuation marks careen,
Spin your watery partner on the floor,
Absent of weather critics venting spleen.

Thunderous applause greets our every move,
Hoping lightning's ovation strikes the forest trees.
We shuffle and shimmy as sky spray slicks steps,
Dancing to judges' scorecards of degrees.

© 2024, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford