Inspired by The Fox Cub Bold, by Colin Dann

What a way to start the fall season by describing such a beautiful season! Feel free to review and give comments! Always appreciated!

Respect all forms of life.

I suppose there is something beautiful about dying stars.

Une promenade dans un jardin noir en un quatrain à la rime plate. Poésie écrite le 18 mai 2017.

The world moves on and the day continues, with or without us.

How I imagined a beer garden to be.

A poem I wrote for a friend for an art piece I made with my cats bones.

Describing a color without using it's name.

Heavenly.

A free verse musing on the theoretically likely capture of Triton, a former Kuiper Belt object, by Neptune during the phase of planetary migration early in the history of the Solar System. Or: the nerdiest poetry ever.

A tribute to transformations: celestial, seasonal, personal.

The night after I killed the jackrabbit, I chased the rising moon out to the spot where I'd left its broken body, and found it there, just before the six-hundred mile mark, due east.

When life seems hopeless, think calm thoughts and relax.

Poems from the beach. Enjoy and leave a review if you like!

Nature may destroy us but not before we destroy ourselves.

we neglect the only home we have

Nature shows its nine aspects.

Don't let them ruin your day. And do NOT become one of them. :)

The lifespan of flowers in a nutshell. (High school era poem)

Seeing the rain from a different perspective while walking downtown...sequel to "Rain Vision." (High school era poem)

The things that come to mind when looking out at the passing rain... (High school era poem)

Sky goes into battle with Earth.

My interpretation of the role that the 4 elements have on our planet.

Este es otro experimento de verso, sobre un suceso que no solo me afectó a mí esa noche.