Nature…


Jeff Price-52

This tree is made up of 5 different pictures in order show the whole thing. I wonder how old it is?

Mother Nature, what wondrous pictures you paint
with your palette of colors so bright
each different in their own way
depending on the light
which too has its own shade
at different times of the day
from the soft tinge of dawn
to the bright skies with the sun so high
to the evening quietly closing into night
and the moon and stars to show the way.

Green the most beautiful color of all
lasting until the Fall
when the colors change to a very soft brown
as the leaves come tumbling down
and another season comes to a close
not everything giving up its glow
as evergreens show their true worth
adding color to Winters birth
which is nature’s harshest season
and only she knows the reason.

The snow and frost are soon to appear
covering everything with a blanket of white
lasting for six months of the year
hiding everything from sight
with the brave evergreens doing their best
to provide color with as much zest
waiting for the something big to appear
and the snow to melt and the cycle complete
and another Season is nigh
as Winter goes out with a sigh.

Spring arrives and with it new growth
tiny flowers are quick to appear
and soon they are followed by buds all around
with the start of painting a scene
with everything new and fresh and green
and flowers burst forth to add to the charm
and the birds and animals building new nests
and the cycle completes with every new round
as the Seasons progress until the day
as Nature has finally found the way.

Written 8/13/2018

A Poem About Mother Nature.


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The days are growing shorter little by little
as the long arm of winter reaches out
and there is a chill in the air first thing in the morning and at night
and the leaves are falling to the ground in an absolute blizzard
not with the tingling of wet snow
but the gentle touch of Mother Nature’s dieing materials
the sun still shines but is not as warm as it was
and the shadows are longer with the sun lower on the horizon
now when I hike, I will need a jacket to ward of the chill in the air
soon, there will be frosts on the plants and the flowers that remain
as Mother Nature’s icy winter fingers
put them to sleep to lay dormant for the winter
rebuilding and renewing getting ready for a new life
and when the time is right
to burst out into the light of day
in her wisdom this renewable cycle cannot be rushed and takes time
time which Nature has in abundance
and which we mere mortals have in limited supply
as she smiles secretly to herself
knowing that she will always have the last word.

 

Written 11/20/2017