Category: Nature Poems

  • Ode to the West Wind by Percy Bysshe Shelley

    O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being,Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves deadAre driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,Each like a corpse within its grave,…

  • The Heart of the Tree by Henry Cuyler Bunner

    What does he plant who plants a tree?He plants a friend of sun and sky;He plants the flag of breezes free;The shaft of beauty, towering high;He plants a home to heaven anigh;For song and mother-croon of birdIn hushed and happy twilight heard—The treble of heaven’s harmony—These things he plants who plants a tree. What does…

  • To Autumn by John Keats

    Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;Conspiring with him how to load and blessWith fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shellsWith a sweet kernel; to set budding more,And…

  • Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard by Thomas Gray

    The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,The lowing herd wind slowly o’er the lea,The plowman homeward plods his weary way,And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimm’ring landscape on the sight,And all the air a solemn stillness holds,Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,And drowsy tinklings lull the…

  • Frost at Midnight by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

    The Frost performs its secret ministry,Unhelped by any wind. The owlet’s cryCame loud—and hark, again! loud as before.The inmates of my cottage, all at rest,Have left me to that solitude, which suitsAbstruser musings: save that at my sideMy cradled infant slumbers peacefully.‘Tis calm indeed! so calm, that it disturbsAnd vexes meditation with its strangeAnd extreme…

  • I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud (Daffodils) by William Wordsworth

    I wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o’er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched in never-ending lineAlong the margin of a bay:Ten thousand…

  • Trees by Shirley Bauer

    Trees are for birds.Trees are for children.Trees are to make tree houses in.Trees are to swing swings on.Trees are for the wind to blow through.Trees are to hide behind in HIDE AND SEEK.Trees are to have tea parties under.Trees are for kites to get caught in.Trees are to make cool shade in summer.Trees are to…

  • Meadow Surprises by Louis Phillips

    Meadows have surprises,You can find them if you look;Walk softly through the velvet grass,And listen by the brook. You may see a butterflyRest upon a buttercupAnd unfold its drinking strawsTo sip the nectar up. You may scare a rabbitWho is sitting very still;Though at first you may not see him,When he hops you will. A…

  • On The Grasshopper and Cricket by John Keats

    The Poetry of earth is never dead:When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,And hide in cooling trees, a voice will runFrom hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;That is the Grasshopper’s — he takes the leadIn summer luxury, — he has never doneWith his delights; for when tired out with funHe rests…

  • Trees by Joyce Kilmer

    I think that I shall never seeA poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prestAgainst the earth’s sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all dayAnd lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in summer wearA nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow…

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