Sylvain Richard

Thursday, 12 April 2012

Nature Poetry by Nancy Snipper


Val des Mont Trees
(Tiny, tall tree trunks, lakes and leaves)

So many trees






So much to see
How to comprehend
such fragile beauty?

In rhythmic flows
so nature goes...
Perfect pacing
of patterned placing



DEW

the silken dew of the morning rise
opens its mouth to slumber not
in death nor with disguise



Little Loon

Little loon floating by
I know why you cannot fly
to lofty skies and bay-lined shores

What was there is no more
Callous change now mars your land…
putrid tar and murky sand