In Nature's Time

Nature, in its finest hour
Does not work to times' devour

It is a wonder of the seasons' clime
Each season washes in its note
On its own tidal float
Nature works to its own good time

Nature has no forward spin
To race the natural span’s engine

There’s no sudden bolt from the blue
It’s all a drifting sense of merge
No strike of outing purge
Haze becomes a clear-sight view

Settle in a comforts’ realm
Nature, with paintbrush at the helm

Realises a colouring to full extent
Enthuses cobalt’s, exotic greens
Red and all diverse scenes
Whatever is in natural experiment

Sit and watch a pleasant day
See the night-scope in twinkled array

Change of dress in natural wear
The softened clouds rolling by
Relax the vision of your eye
And live your life in nature’s care

Reviews

[Rene Velez]

Wonderfully written and expressed, a gem indeed.

[ImSJ]

Your thought seems coherently expressed. I found some of the words and phrasing to be awkward. Line 5 is a bit jarring. This poem might be improved by a tighter rhythm and complete punctuation. Perhaps if you took it into the wordsmithy and beat it with a hammer it might yield a finer metal?

[Tricia Pattinson]

Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful! This is sublime poetry!

[Matching Socks]

I have to agree with Mr. smith.
It's straightforward honest, beautifully composed.

[John Anderson]

beautifully expressed. Very nicely done. I like this poem a lot.

[K Scott Smith]

Very telling, poetically done to express the emotion without the flowery, overdone fuss. I like the title and the straight-ahead style.