3 votes   96 readings 5 min
We were sitting in the back of my brother Mac’s pick-up. He had a camper top, so in a circus way, it was homey. You couldn’t stand all the way up, but there were two lawn chairs and he’d built [+]

0 vote   14 readings 3 min
It’s 3 am. My son is up for the second time for a bottle and diaper change. I’m exhausted, but it’s my night. My husband lies next to me, snoring obliviously. Tomorrow will be his night.
I [+]

0 vote   27 readings 1 min

Spring Time in Our Land

Rita Mazziol Marshall, ago

The long cold winter is finally over
As Spring peaks its head through the horizon
Daffodils, Tulips, Forsythia blanket the cover
As the earth becomes warm & unfrozen
All around us [+]

4 votes   81 readings 1 min

Give Me Relief

Isatou Singhateh, ago

The vigorous sound of nature stole my heart,
As I strolled quietly through the woods,
A fox as cunning as they come,
Looked at me with dread then roamed off without prompting,
The [+]

0 vote   16 readings 1 min

The Wind

Grace Hegarty, ago

It blows through your hair,
Without a care.
It rattles your house,
And it ruffles your
blouse,
It moves the trees,
With great ease.
You can’t see it,
But it’s there.
The wind.

0 vote   21 readings 3 min

The Garden of the Earth

Aidan Hearn, ago

The gates were opened so many years ago
To the Garden of the Earth.
The lock was broken and the gates flew open
The sun walked into the garden for the first time.
He drew a square [+]

0 vote   27 readings 1 min

The Glory of Trees

Vivian Sutton, ago

The trees are losing their many leaves,
Likened to wearing a dress without sleeves.
The branches are started to lower their arms;
They are losing a bit of their everyday charm.
Soon [+]

4 votes   70 readings 1 min

Watching

Keira Wilkerson, ago

I stand alone in this park
But life wasn’t always like this
As a young tree I was surrounded by a
forest of trees, Most of them older and wiser
than I
I watched as wild animals [+]

0 vote   33 readings 1 min

The Walk

Leslie Bullitt, ago

She can’t remember how old she was when she began the walk with her parents, but it was always the same walk. They would head to the local wooded park, not far from their home. The walk consisted [+]

0 vote   24 readings 1 min

365 Days

Ali Placido, ago

In the outdoors we learn the rhythm of nature.
The new-born spring, flowers breeching the damp soil,
heaving themselves from the earth to claw through the underbrush of last years leaves [+]