Since theguygeeza, ATS Member, posted his poem Mother Earth
here in this forum and I
gave him some unsolicited advice, I thought I would share a poem with a Mother Earth theme of my own which could be considered a work in progress to
show that I am open to advice and constructive criticism as well. I hope you enjoy it.
A Letter to Mother Nature on the Eve of the Equinox
How proud you must be Mother,
To sense the ripening of your child
Who bare moments ago
First tasted waterdrops on fresh leaves
Doused in Sister Spring's rain,
Stretched to the sky a bit more
and sighed in the Summer sun.
The lush time is waning, Mother,
Sun reaches heights lessened every day,
Shadows fall quickly in the contours
Shaded by your ancient stands,
Forest and grottoes hold symphonies
of tiny music no more.
Fruit of your nurturing is falling Mother!
Fullness not to be held any longer,
Preparation for lean time has come with,
"Gather little children, gather more!"
First tinges of orange on green
Mark time's deliberate march.
I consider this all, dear Mother,
From cricket chirp to silent flurry,
Radiant finery of leaves in flight,
Hardening of soil in frost,
I will wander as always,
This year and forever,
Delicately over your drowsy form,
Keep sentinel over you,
While you sleep soundly in my embrace.
If anyone remembers the old days of AOL University forums...~~The End...was the standard ending in chat rooms for poems. LOL.....Thought I would toss
that in there...