I wrote this poem for a zoom poetry class on November 13, 2023

In my two decades and six and a half singular years of being alive, I've NEVER seen butterflies in November, particularly not this late in November.

A Tanka poem about the fantasy and mythical Lake of Wishes that appeared in a previous work I did about called The Lake of Wishes. Rated K, but no author's notes are included in this poem.

A recounting of my first meeting with a group of blacktip reef sharks.

The salmon travel insanely far, yet return to their birthplace every summer to spawn, after which, they die. This piece talks about their arrival back home.

A tanka poem about the Autumn season. This is my first Tanka poem; see author's notes for information.

A poem about an autumn swampland of cleansed imagery, this was originally written in 2017 as part of a school assignment and later published on my Archive of Our Own page in July 2023. Please see author's notes about this poem.

A poem I wrote after hearing that there existed a song named 'Winter Bear'.

This is a poem about my first time camping. Me and the man who would become my boyfriend were situated at Lake Casitas in Ojai I wrote this last year about a month after the camping trip.

just a small poem about nature i guess

Poems told by earth and not man

And we are green light, aurora borealis spliced overhead, a cloister of celibate stars.

Sometimes, we cannot think to appreciate the roots' language.

Poem on the passage of time

A simple and special cinquain dedicated to the animal of the wolf.

I walk the gardens in my father's yard.

A second part to the famous tongue twister.

On a walk this morning, I was inspired. We can all use something uplifting, right?

These are poetry I made for fun. I hope you enjoy XD

In some parts of the world, it's still winter, however, here, in Ohio, I saw a butterfly, so I think it's spring.

A one off poem... I was sitting in my car one afternoon drinking in the beauty of the New Forest and marvelling that all this nature is here for us to enjoy at our leisure. I felt compelled to express my awe in these words... Please enjoy.

"i don't really know why. all paths lead to the same fate, whether it is warm or cold. it matters not anymore. but i still made a choice, in the end."

This was a poem I wrote for a school project. Hope you like it.

I know it was just Christmas, it popped into my head and I needed to get it out.

A poem discussing the loss of distinct seasons in some places, and wondering if there's anything that can be done to fix things.