nature

[cacian]

the green green
grass
it grows further
and fast
lush beautiful and last
so life is amusement
and art,
to walk is
a plateau
of talk
that nature
is a human
folk
it never runs out of story stalks
and
to exist renews and lift
in vogue with the season rift
weather suncast and mist
eternity riddles and list
time is the cradle of this

[PeterL]

Culture, both high and low, is expression
Of nature in its human form, a form
As fine as any woman might possess,
Or form created from thought, mind, and will.
All is nature in its myriad forms.
Ugliness is another, and it is
A sign of what lies behind, as beauty
Is as well. Semiosis of outward
Signs tell us what lies within. The lush green
Means life, as sure as my lifeblood means life;
Red though that is; in contrast it stresses.

[YesNo]

I enjoyed the poems, cacian and PeterL.

[Alfonso Espada]

Carpeted in thick, moist moss
Worlds beyond careening past!
Tell me what they mean because
I feel bereft of verdant grass.