It's a dull and grey, early autumn day.
Rain clouds are having a playful day.
The valley below slumbers peacefully,
Cows and sheep graze there gracefully,
Unperturbed by the continual rain.
Their moos are not sounds of discontent.
Quite contrarily, they graze happily.
They shower and eat lazily:
A picture of tranquility – how life should be.
By the river bank,
The sunflowers grow
Row upon long row,
Their heads hang low.
The sun is playing hide-and-seek,
With the sea of dark clouds.
The river swells
And changes its tune.
At the thicket edge,
A deer comes out and shakes its head,
As if to say, will it ever end?
Then retreats straight to bed.
Nearby, the sumac grows in multitudes.
Scores of velvety, crimson drupes drip,
Like ice cream cones on a hot day.
No children are playing there today.
The birds, butterflies and bees
Seem to be on holiday.
All are back in their nests
Enjoying a days-long rest.
Sitting by the window,
Next to the fireplace,
And sipping hot tea,
While soaking in the scenery,
I'm enjoying Nature's poetry.
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Earth Poetry
PoetryI'm a dilittante poet, as you will plainly see. But I'm versed in the language of science, and I'm alarmed by what I see. Yes, planet Earth is in peril, and the day of reckoning is near. So, I have turned to poetry, to share with you what I see, fr...
