
What is any ocean but a multitude of drops?
Travel far enough, you meet yourself.
David Mitchell (born 1969) is an English novelist who is a best-selling author. He also has contributed to television and film as a screenwriter.

What is any ocean but a multitude of drops?
Travel far enough, you meet yourself.
David Mitchell (born 1969) is an English novelist who is a best-selling author. He also has contributed to television and film as a screenwriter.

Cloudless, morning sky lifting up her shade
Brilliant, yet subtle light cascading down
Generations of peace-filled accolades
Navigating each successful splashdown
Gentle breeze descends with expectant glance
Endlessly sharing her breath every hour
Invitations accepted for each dance
Feeling softness caressing each flower
Moisture gathers along distant skyline
Whisper of rain’s scent filling every space
Better than sweetest aroma of wine
Offering something precious to embrace
Lowering her shade at sunset each night
Dreaming of sunrise’s wakening light

This poem has been crafted as a traditional sonnet with 14 verses, each containing 10 syllables. An intricate rhyming scheme is followed in each stanza with every other verse.
Witnessing child’s growth
Harvesting learning each day—
Inquisitive mind

Listen with purpose
Endless landscape never rests—
Even silence speaks

Never one regret
Lifetime’s sweethearts together—
Day’s sunny side up


Finally, spring bursting free
Playful nature shares its toys
At long last, wintertime flees
Every blossom spreading joy
Until needed later on
Winter’s layers stored away
Coats, scarves, hats, mittens . . . all gone!
Cooler clothing on its way
Every day, more green arrives
Essence of freshly cut grass
Sun leads chorus of high fives
More sparkling than clearest glass
Clouds away on vacation
Big sky forming overhead
Gardens erupt with color
Warmer days racing ahead
Farmers ready to sow crops
Stewards of earth’s blessed land
Fed with sun and rainy drops
Autumn’s harvest soon at hand


Surely the flowers of a hundred spring are simply the souls of beautiful things.
Can words describe the fragrance of the very breath of spring?
L. M. Montgomery (1874-1942) was a Canadian author whose first acclaimed novel was ANNE OF GREEN GABLES, published in 1908.
Neltje Blanchan (1865-1918) was an American scientific historian and nature writer. Several of her published works dealt with wildflowers and birds.
Spring singing praises
Greener lawns growing thicker—
Revving up mowers

Thunderstorm’s downpour
Lifeboats unavailable—
Trusty umbrella

Swirling wind tunnel
One step forward, two steps back—
Clutching friend’s tow rope


Ceaseless, overnight rain
Early morn’s swollen creek
Flowing outside its bank
Nature ready to tweak
Smaller tributaries
Never to be left out
Gathering their volume
Flood’s growing runabout
Cloud’s river of moisture
Lengthy, not finished yet
Forecasting gloomy skies
Weather’s headlines typeset
Sun planning its comeback
But not for day or two
Waiting with humble song
Nature croons springtime blues

Wonders of nature
Endlessly magnificent—
Leaving us speechless

Exploring today
Nature’s defining lessons—
Always teaching us

Delightful buffet
Appreciate nature’s fare—
Nothing can compare

This poem reflects upon the consequences of actions by both nature and man. Over the years, these events have included endless examples: earthquakes, drought, tornadoes, wild fires, hurricanes, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions, floods, chemical spills, wars, and many more. Where once stood a robust village–which was full of life–now replaced by the marker of an empty, grassy field.

Hidden corner
World’s heartache
Void’s emptiness
Time long ago
Quaint village
Breathing with life
Disaster struck
Shredding life
Snuffing out breath
Natural acts
Or man-made
Crushing spirits
Cataclysmic
Village gone
Quietness speaks
Lasting impact
Death now reigns
Changed forever
No more children
Shops shuttered
Purging future
Sun still rises
Nothing shines
Sunrise crying


Gray landscape waiting
Winter tugging life’s reins
Nature’s heart pulsating
Searching barren plains
Quiet, chilly morn
Spring waiting for its turn
Nature’s melody plays
Growing season yearns
Sun’s beam warming ground
Breath of life springing up
Nature’s waiting comes round
Bursting green’s push-ups
Baton passed along
Winter fading away
Nature’s returning song
Waiting with bouquet
