Nature

Sitting on a wooden bench,
-as if in a park-
one sits in the nature,
quietly, like a...

Sitting on my front porch in the middle of a wood,
Sipping morning coffee in a very contented mood...

Cold shivering limbs,
Wrapped in morning mist.
Tired eyes gazing out,
upon the sky sun...

The Autumn leaves are srarting to turn color,
the brilliance of them isn't like any other!
...

happy synonymous shards

blading into the tall grasses

which shelter the soil

and...

daffodils spelling out words

of clasping hands with joy

watching the swings with no one on...

Poem by: Eddie Cannon / A.K.A. -Gypsy <<<<<<< ("Natures Song") <<<<<...

The cold is gone I think

The sun no longer slinks

The dawn breaks pretty

My eyes...

Flowers leaves opening
Beauty that is Now Blooming
Flowers dancing in the wind
Melting...

Field of green,
Eye's almost awaken
To the sight of fresh colour,
The smell of the...

The first morning came without warning.
The most beautiful morning of all
that first morning...

The scent of night pours as stardust.
Sweet and heady like a lover’s hair.
This night I will...

The Hawks-

they circle above

scouting out

a dead animal;

or me-

for...