Rain falls from a cloudy gray sky.
Bits of sun break through,
reflecting off the puddles.
The air is cool but not too much.
The breeze is gentle.
Birds sing in the trees.
Celebrating spring.
The meadow has flowers.
Purple, blue, and yellow.
A bubbling brook.
Small fish and crawdads.
In the distance, mountains.
Snow capped and tall.
Evergreens surround the field,
and oaks stand proud.
Soon, wandering into the trees.
They make shelter from the rain.
Enough to take off my hood,
and inhale a deep breath,
taking in the pleasant aroma,
of rain and trees,
grass and flowers.
The clouds part, rain stops.
Sunbeams hit the forest floor.
The sunlight is warm.
I close my eyes,
and feel the heat.
Standing for a moment.
At one with nature.
I wander back.
Soft crunching of underbrush.
Careful not to step on flowers.
To the meadow, then on home,
where a warm cup of coffee awaits,
to reward me for my journey.
Poetry
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I love the feeling of happiness this brings. Just this morning, I was skipping around like a madwoman in the sun because I was so happy that springtime is finally here. You are great at hitting all of the senses, as a reader, I can see and feel everything that you are describing. I enjoyed phrases like “bubbling brook” and “sunbeams hit the forest floor” because they created a strong atmosphere. I have always enjoyed nature poetry and it seems like you do as well! This poem makes me want to go out and dance in the sunshine. 🙂
This poem is powerful on the senses. Not only can you see the images you feel them. Your creativity is amazing. I really enjoyed reading it.