NATURE POEMS AGRARIAN LANDSCAPE I remember that Saturday in autumn Sitting under an oak tree in the saffron meadow As a crisp breeze delivers mottled leaves To the soft earth like a peacock’s feathers The fiery sun beams down upon my head While turning the next poetic page of William Blake An azure sky is filled with fleecy clouds Bluejays and cardinals chirp sweetly in unison To celebrate fall’s splendid arrival Frisky squirrels scramble up towering trees Hoarding nuts for an afternoon fiesta Over yonder, I glimpse at my reflection In a crystalline pond of emerald layers Watching Mallard ducks glide along the liquid surface Farmers gather a cornucopian harvest Of pumpkins, squash and gourds Ready to be prepared for Sunday dinner Playful children jump around in golden haystacks While sheep and cows Graze peacefully in grassy fields Soon the daylight vista Will shift into a nocturnal horizon With an overture of pink and lavender Then culminating with a grand finale Of a sterling constellation glittering Against an obsidian backdrop. AQUATIC FOUNTAIN She stands by the plank boardwalk Staring out at the aquamarine sea As myriad seagulls gather On the sand bed shores Cackling in joyful unison The saline air Brushes against her rose petal lips And ruffles her auburn curls Alluring her Into its pacific grasp Embracing her Like a buoyant dolphin Gazing back at her Through azure lens Serenading her In nautical whispers Always waiting for her To sip from its aquatic fountain. ARCANE ALCOVE Beams of golden sunshine seep through my bedroom window Coloring my face at the break of dawn And carrying with it a warm gentle breeze. Tugging my weary limbs away from peaceful slumber I rise to nature’s call to enter its spiritual haven. So, off I trollop down the country lane Toward the arcane alcove which still remains. When I finally reach my hidden retreat, I stand for a moment in silent and wondrous awe I can see and hear the constant ebb and flow of the babbling brook I feel serenity and solitude here. The lofty fur and pine trees perfume the air with purity Perforating my soul with refreshing vigor and enthusiasm Woodland creatures lurk around corners And eagerly search for their hidden burrows Upon treetops, chirping birds and hooting owls sing in unison. Blooming flowers sprout upon the plush forest floor And rustling leaves continuously sway upon sheltering trees Overlooking the babbling brook, I sit upon a wooden bench Then, slowly close my eyes and drift into quiet repose My peaceful spirit awakens without any woes. COTTAGE COVE One morning I drove to Cottage Cove, When I arrived, I was greeted by nature’s friends in the grove While walking along the footpath to the lake My senses instantly became awake Lakeside loons singing their lovely tunes Fishermen catching bass and eel Eagerly awaiting a seafood meal. Youngsters glide down a swimming pool slide Jumping and splashing in the bay so wide I love to pick berries and nuts off the trees And lounge in the hammock for some afternoon ZZZ’s In my antique rocking chair, I just quietly sit and stare Taking in the panoramic vista as the sun beams its golden glare Later, I prepare a picnic lunch and do heartily munch On corn on the cob, and raspberry pie, In the moonlit night, the stars are so clear and bright You can even hear a hooting owl and howling coyote When I awake at the crack of dawn, I glance through the window and spot a young fawn By the time I run out, she is already gone. But there will be other days to find her again For my time at Cottage Cove has just begun My work here is never done. Time for walks, berry picking, and swimming. Each day, I begin anew Refreshed like flowers in spring And waiting to see what nature will bring.