Tag Archives: Nature

Our Perfect World

Perfection is nature
bereft of nothing.

Animals plants insects
break die live kill grow
sprout new life
thrive without deliberateness
of choosing
eventually dying out
making room for new ones.
No more is the woolly mammoth.
Today we have
it’s current Asian relative
the elephant.

In the midst of the majesty
that breathes all around
is man
clumsy, crafty,
seemingly the only creature
not instinctively aware
of the course
uniquely his to follow.
He searches.

In a relative frenzy
of awkward ignorant insistence
he makes his way
disrupting the natural
flow of life,
by choices he trusts are best.
Still, some move just slow enough
to see and appreciate
the magic inherent in
the existence of everything,
before it’s time to leave
that others may come.

And the circles continue
expand and constrict.
And even
things judged flaws
are seen and
understood to have
their unique places of worth.

For, perfection is
nature bereft of nothing.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

This poem is for the napowrimo prompt #21, perfectly flawed Visit the post to see the details of this prompt.

Sunset in Kruger National Park

sls: Sunset in Kruger National Park | South Africa

Setting sun whispers goodnight
amidst clouds wafting quietly;
the Acacia trees hum
in chorus with indigenous insects,
and the far mountains
sing counterpoint.

I’d never been there before.
Yet the song is strangely
deeply known to me.
I am changed forever
having experienced this sunset
in Kruger National Park.

Nineteen hours flying time
is traversed in the blink of an eye.
I step inside this picture
and I’m back on the trail where
I took it, reliving those sensations.
The driver was gracious enough
to stall our trip back to camp,
as he preferred to gaze and share
with us his charges
the last moments of the sun’s descent.

The image and the feeling are forever
a part of me, no photo needed.
Instead it represents my attempt
to capture at least the picture of it
to share the event with others.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

This poem is for the napowrimo prompt #6, converse with images. Visit the post to see the details of this prompt.

Snow Day

With great appreciation for the gift from nature that we so briefly call snow. If I could give it a name to capture the wonder and danger it is, and the wonder it makes room for, I think the new name would have to be long and lithe and brilliantly lettered.

Snow on My Street

Ever Enough?

Will the day come on
no longer I wish to see
wond’rous beauty snow?

Snow day

Keepsake

Lovely photographs
capture unexpected gifts
created in snow.

While it Lasts

Who’s to say when I’ll
get another chance to be
out in my dream live?

©2009 Shari Lynne Smothers

Prompt 070 from Poetic Asides: Make a title with _Day and write the poem.

Just Outside

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Summer and fall
little brown birds
and bees pollinate
the weeping holly
doing their parts for
the trees to bear fruit.

By early December
I have only to open the blinds
to see my Christmas tree
decorated by nature,
my only job is to be thankful.

The advent of spring,
weather still chilled
invites the cedar waxwings
to pick the berries.
Wooshing fluttering wings
surely hundreds altogether
announce the advance
of the berry picking flock.

They fly off just as loudly
to rest on the yonder willow trees
catching their breaths
looking back at the berries,
or maybe at me in my delight and awe.

Soon they take flight again
swarming in for their next wave
until not one berry is left;
in preparation
for the cycle to begin again.

©2009 by Shari Lynne Smothers