Goddess of the Mist

Ode to Mother Nature

I want to follow your forested paths through misty woodland streams
drink my morning sun on crystal mountain tops
Mother Nature, I have always loved you
You, the mountains, the oceans are my mother
You, the cold, clear creeks are my home and my refresher
I want to spend tremendous days amidst your glorious cloudswept landscapes, 
your windswept hills, your snow white sand dunes

Hiking midwestern ledges in my youth, I found you there on warm flat rocks
later, again in blue misty mountains
skimming a frozen glacier, I heard you there, your river rushing underfoot
Then, what happened? I don't know.  Life?  I missed you for a long time 
in a way that only I knew
I had to learn to live a different way and my spirit was unwell
Still I found you there, and out in the open sky my worries would evaporate 
as you lifted them all - up and away, into the endless blue 

Mother Nature, I am back
a little older maybe, much much wiser
and we meet again, on southern mountain passes, in tropical forests, icy springs, 
and meandering wooded trails
and I live for the next moment when we will be together again
your sun-warmed paths, whispering winds, and sparkling trees are calling
Me and you, we've got plans

Comments3

  • Accidental Poet

    Beautiful write for Mother Nature. ; )

  • Doggerel Dave

    Your changing relationship with Nature and the freedom it gives you, is well chronicled in this piece. enjoyed very much.

    • Goddess of the Mist

      Thank you, Dave! You are so right in mentioning freedom - that's exactly the feeling I get! I'm very glad you enjoyed it.

    • L. B. Mek

      oh snap, we both had that majestic nature
      as our topic for last postings,
      although mine is a mere feeble scribble
      yours, dear Poetess
      made me think I was reading Wordsworth
      only brilliantly attuned, to our 21st century
      poetic's delicacy of generational, preference;
      from 'Ode to Mother Nature' July 2021
      'I want to follow your forested paths through misty woodland streams
      drink my morning sun on crystal mountain tops
      Mother Nature, I have always loved you
      You, the mountains, the oceans are my mother
      You, the cold, clear creeks are my home and my refresher'..
      (and yet centuries apart
      a love of nature, mirrored
      as if written side by side)
      from 'LINES COMPOSED
      A FEW MILES ABOVE TINTERN ABBEY' July 1798:
      'Five years have past; five summers, with the length
      Of five long winters! and again I hear
      These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs
      With a soft inland murmur.--Once again
      Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,
      That on a wild secluded scene impress'
      ( https://mypoeticside.com/show-classic-poem-34681 )

      • Goddess of the Mist

        L.B., your generous comment actually made me cry a little - I would have never thought a poem of mine could be compared to such a classic. Just like a picture can't always do Nature justice, it seems so difficult to find the appropriate words to express how I really feel about her. But this was like a love poem to her that seemed to explode out of me as I wait for the weather to cool down a little and hiking season to begin again! Thank you so much for your thoughts.



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