The cows lay lazy in the house
Pulled with sleep
Wrapped around sheets
The cool air outside
The birds chirps
Sounding on trumpets
To welcome spring through open doors
Buds busting forth
Flowers unfurl their state flags
They begin to sing in rapturous chorus
Black music notes on bars come out
As they sway their petal arms in the air
I watch behind a window enthralled
At their beauty thinking only of when time comes
I will pluck them for a bouquet for my one true love
One weekend the snow piled on high in January.
Snowflakes were falling at dizzying speeds
Collecting themselves in tight pack family on the ground.
Until Sunday sun shone shining it all stopped.
I stepped outside bundle head to toe
Only to miss a step trudging through snow almost knee deep
To get to where my car was parked
But not sure where since it was covered with mounds of snow
I find my car by a little color showing
Grab the brush and inch by inch
Brush snow away to reveal my hidden ride
Then dig around my buried treasure
So, tires can find some traction
To leave its snowed in parking spot
So, snow removal could clear the lot
April 9th Prompt: Write about one of the snow days or extremely cold days this past January.
If all the animals could talk
Would they rise up and throw us out
For what we had done to them in the past.
Will we beg them to allow us to co-exist
With them instead of having tables turned
To where they start eliminating us.
If trees branches stopped their flowering
Will seeds cease to exist
No new trees will burst through from ground
Existing trees would struggle to survive
As no new trees will take their place.
If waters stopped their flow
Would they begin to dry up
For they are what keep us and animals alive
As water is the source of life
Also for everything else around us.
If nature throws more at us:
Intense hurricanes, deadlier tornadoes, frigid winters
Will we make through
To see what will come next on the horizon
Or will we end like our predecessor (the dinosaurs).
Who were once on top like we are now.
I hear voices from TV
As I clack on my computer
Branches knock at my windows
I ignore the endless rapping
As I ponder words to say
A poem of content I know what
As wind begins to howl
Rains come splattering down
I ponder that a nature poem
Will be what I choose to write