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
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Goddess of the Mist (
Offline) - Published: July 4th, 2021 15:21
- Category: Nature
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Beautiful write for Mother Nature. ; )
Thank you! I'm glad you like it!
Your changing relationship with Nature and the freedom it gives you, is well chronicled in this piece. enjoyed very much.
Thank you, Dave! You are so right in mentioning freedom - that's exactly the feeling I get! I'm very glad you enjoyed it.
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 )
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.
LB is right... this is simply majestic. You are overdue for something new... your pen name alone is a poem, but I miss seeing something new from you.
You are too kind, sir! Thank you for the inspiration!
Really lovely writing .. beautiful words I liked the read 🙂
Thank you so much - I'm really glad you enjoyed it!
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