Category: Nature

Nature · Non-Fiction · Poetry

Mountains and Beaches: A Poetic Conversation

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Beach or mountains? Which do you prefer? Why?

The mountain stands, a stoic king,
Crowned in clouds, where eagles sing.
Its air is crisp, its heart is stone,
A fortress built by time alone.

The beach, a queen, soft and free,
Draped in foam and kissed by the sea.
Its rhythm dances with the tides,
A place where the earth and sky collide.

The mountain whispers, “Climb to me,
And find your strength, your clarity.
In my heights, the world is small,
But your spirit grows, standing tall.”

The beach replies, “Lie on my sand,
And feel the pulse of this vast land.
In my waves, your worries wane,
Your soul is soothed, your joy remains.”

The mountain boasts of solitude,
Of paths less trodden, dreams pursued.
It speaks of echoes, deep and true,
Where silence sings of something new.

The beach enchants with company,
Its laughter carried on the breeze.
It hums of sunsets, golden, grand,
And lovers walking hand in hand.

Yet both are keepers of the soul,
Each a part of nature’s whole.
The mountain teaches: Rise, endure,
The beach reminds: Flow, feel secure.

Together they weave life’s perfect thread,
With peaks that rise and waves that spread.
The mountain grounds, the beach sets free—
Two halves of one great symphony.

Nature · Non-Fiction · Ode

Ode to the Scent of Autumn

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Oh, fragrant breath of autumn’s slow descent,

You linger soft in whispers on the breeze,

With notes of auburn, amber, gold, all spent

In leaf and bark, among the mighty trees.

A haunting beauty wraps the world in hues

Of dying light, yet vibrant still, and bold.

Each scent, like age-old stories, winds and woos—

The musk of earth, a flame to chase the cold.

Your air holds echoes of forgotten days,

Of laughter lost, yet somehow near at hand;

In every scent, a memory’s warm blaze,

A spark of life now scattered through the land.

Nostalgia stirs, both bittersweet and kind,

And with it, tears—joy’s laughter laced with pain.

For autumn calls our truest selves to mind,

In every fading leaf, a sweet refrain.

So linger here, dear season of the heart,

Where scents and colors mourn yet celebrate.

In fleeting hours, you weave your tender art,

A beauty only time can consecrate.

Creative · Nature · Non-Fiction · Ode

Ode to the Autumn Lover

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She moves through autumn like a whispered breeze,

Her soul alight with leaves that dance and twirl,

Each step a rustle through the amber trees,

Each glance a tribute to this changing world.

Her heart beats in the rhythm of the fall,

When foliage glimmers in golds and reds,

And trees stand proud, though knowing soon they’ll sprawl,

Their crowns laid gently on the forest beds.

The sky, a canvas brushed with fleeting light,

Draws out her wonder—oh, how wide she sees!

An aerial view of hills in autumn’s might,

Painted with passion by the changing trees.

See loves the season’s grace, the crisp, cool air,

The bittersweetness found in time’s embrace.

For every leaf that falls without despair

Teaches her heart the art of fleeting grace.

Her joy is rooted deep in autumn’s song,

Where endings bloom, and all feels right, not wrong.

Creative · Nature · Non-Fiction · Sonnet

Autumn, a Sonnet

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The amber leaves drift softly through the air,

Like whispered truths that time can now release,

Each branch, once full, stands dignified and bare,

A gentle yielding, offering quiet peace.

The days grow shorter, yet the twilight sings,

With golden light that settles in the trees;

A fleeting warmth that only autumn brings,

A tender farewell carried on the breeze.

The earth grows still, as wisdom takes its place,

In every falling leaf, a lesson clear:

That letting go can be a form of grace,

And endings are not always cause for fear.

For autumn shows, as all things must depart,

There’s beauty still in every closing heart.

Creative · Nature · Non-Fiction · Poems · Quotes

The Wisdom of Fall

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“From fall we can learn that letting go is not the end—it is actually the beginning of growth, creating space for new dreams to take root and flourish,” nature says so.

The air turns crisp, the sky burns bright,
And autumn drapes the world in light.
Leaves flutter down in gold and rust,
Teaching us to let go and trust.

The trees release without a fight,
Their branches bare, yet feel no fright.
They whisper softly, “It’s time to rest;
Not every season demands your best.”

Fall reminds us that change is near,
But growth will follow every year.
We learn from nature to shed the old,
To find new strength when nights grow cold.

The harvest tells us: be grateful, too,
For all the blessings life gave you.
Like falling leaves, some things must part,
But room is made for a brand-new start.

The squirrels prepare, the winds shift low,
And rivers teach us how to flow.
In every breath, in every breeze,
There lies the wisdom of the trees.

So let us welcome autumn’s call,
And find the grace in every fall.
For seasons pass and hearts grow wise—
There’s beauty found in every rise.

Nature · Non-Fiction · Poetry

To Fall

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(Originally posted 10/11/18, 09:51 HST)

 

Hello, gentle soul!
Falling leaves are on the roll.
Vibrant scarlet, rust, and marigold
Cascading on top trees and down the roads.

Ivy blooms,
While melancholy looms.
In crispy morning mists and quiet afternoons,
Solitude is tuned.

Sweaters and blankets,
Hugs and embraces—
There’s magic in warmth
And nostalgia in fireplaces.

Pumpkins get botched faces,
Maples leave Canadian traces,
Oaks bear brown acorns,
Apples and tomatoes-the secrets of strong.

It has been weeks
Since the roses bid
‘So long-‘
Time’s up for summer; nothing’s wrong.

 
 

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YouTube/Rod Stewart/‘That’s All’

Creative · Nature · Non-Fiction

O Fall, You of All

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O season rich with golden light,
How sweetly do you charm the sight,
With every leaf, a tale you tell,
A whispered song, a silent spell.

Your breath, it cools the summer’s flame,
And paints the world with autumn’s name,
In hues of amber, red, and gold,
A beauty born as days grow old.

The trees, they shed their emerald dress,
And don a cloak of grand finesse,
Each branch adorned with colors bright,
A final burst before the night.

The air is crisp, the skies are clear,
As harvest time draws ever near,
The earth, it offers up its yield,
A bounty from the quiet field.

You bring a peace, a stillness rare,
A moment’s pause, a time to care,
For all the gifts the year has brought,
And all the lessons we have sought.

The moon grows fuller, nights stretch long,
And in the wind, a distant song,
It tells of winter’s creeping hand,
Yet in your warmth, we make our stand.

O Fall, your beauty stirs the soul,
A gentle call to feel whole,
In every leaf that drifts and sways,
You remind us of life’s sweet ways.

So let us walk beneath your sky,
And breathe you in, before goodbye,
For though you leave, you’ll come once more,
To bless our hearts as days restore.

Nature · Non-Fiction

The Dance of Seasons

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The seasons dance in endless flow,
A cycle time and nature know.
Each brings a gift, a truth to share,
In whispered winds and tender air.

Spring steps forth with vibrant green,
A promise of what might have been.
It whispers, “Grow,” with every bloom,
And fills the world with sweet perfume.

Summer follows, bold and bright,
With endless days and golden light.
It calls us out, to laugh and play,
To bask in warmth and seize the day.

Then Autumn drapes the earth in gold,
A quiet fire, both fierce and old.
It teaches us to let things go,
As leaves fall soft in twilight’s glow.

Winter comes with breath so cold,
A time to rest, to dream, to hold.
It wraps the world in quiet peace,
A time for stillness, for release.

Each season turns with grace and ease,
A dance of life in every breeze.
And in their rhythm, we find our way,
Through night and dawn, through dusk and day.

May we learn from nature’s art,
May we embrace change with joy, with open heart.
For in each season, life is found;
For a circle full, a world unbound.