Ozark Mist – a short poem

By Ricky D.

Photo by Ian Noble on Unsplash

A cool country morning, the mist hangs in the trees like gossamer webs.

I sip my tea while rocking in my chair on the porch.

I get a whiff of his coffee as he walks out to join me.

We sit in silence and enjoy the fresh morning air,

Sounds of bird songs fill the morning, an insect buzzes near my ear.

A deer runs in the distance, another following.

I look over and smile, I realize this is a good life.

This is our typical morning.

I am happy growing old this way.

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Mother Nature – Villanelle Style Poetry

The rain she brings with a mighty force.
To wash away the dust and soot;
All through the while it is nature's course.

Nature she hath her fury and rears her horse.
When the winds come a blowin' we sometimes hide.
The rain she brings with a mighty force.

Mother nature has no regret and no remorse,
As she makes her way through the land.
All through the while it is nature's course.

She has never been married, nor seen divorce.
She is tied to no man at all.
The rain she brings with a mighty force.

She has no one to impress, no one to endorse.
She goes where she wants and wills.
All throughout the while it is nature's course.

She can tear through the land like a raging warhorse,
Never looking back at her past.
The rain she brings with a mighty force.
All throughout the while it is nature's course.

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