Nature Repetition Poems

The driveway is now a swamp of wet muck,
I fear driving any car but the truck,
without four-wheel drive, you’re gonna get stuck;
oh mud season has...

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The leaf came down
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The rivers race, the rivers flow,
in great torrents and low oxbows;
the rivers flux, the rivers breathe,
small minnows darting endlessly;
the rivers deep, the rivers wide,
fishermen cast...

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The mountains roll, the mountains ride,
they cut a swath across the sky;
the mountains rise, the mountains drop,
if dirt gets going, it don’t stop;
the mountains loom,...

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A moment in TIME floating on the rhythm of  life. There is not JEER here only ever all genuine JOY of smiles for miles...

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Never wishing to even
consider wanting it:
possession of it devalued
her belief that which is
best represented her worth
to what she was doing and those
accomplishments she was ready
to...

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With the season’s cyclic turn
summer’s blinding brilliance gives way
to soft fading light and duskiness
clouds move swiftly across the blue sky
fleeting past the drowsing sun.

Leaves rustle...

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I’m moving down a forest trail,
wooden canyon on my right side,
above, on thermals, raptors glide,
always inspires without fail.
I hear a rustle before me,
and wonder just...

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I am looking for a new place to begin again, to start fresh. 
It seems I am always looking for such a place, 
even when...

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If January was a person,
they would be a force of nature.
Relentless and unforgiving,
but also, beautiful and full of life.

January would be the type of person
who...

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Quote -- "life is a perpetual yesterday for us"--Alice Sebold

On nature's trail, a winter's sunlit stroll,
Leafless sentinels, tall trees stand with grace,
Aging growth an emblem...

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The sound of nature surrounds me, filling the void of silence as I sit at the top of this hill. The sun is shining and...

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There are some who say that marriage is old-school and out of style…
Yet single-parent families still devastate the child.

Some claim that the old writers are...

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Thy perfection speakest thee as mine
might we marry by the fount
oh gracious God might she speak
me hers: not to unravel my faith in thee.
The Tempst...

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Yesterday,
The moon was still standing there
Looking gayer and harmless.

Yesterday, the stars looked in awe
When I gave up on the world 
And reached out for these...

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