September 2019 – Tiny Seed Literary Journal

Mother Nature

30 Sep 201914 Nov 2019

Nature, the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest, — Her admonition mild In forest and the hill By traveller is heard, Restraining rampant squirrel Or…

Nature

The Gladness of Nature

27 Sep 201914 Nov 2019

Is this a time to be cloudy and sad, When our mother Nature laughs around; When even the deep blue heavens look glad, And gladness breathes from the blossoming…

Nature

25 Sep 201914 Nov 2019

As a fond mother, when the day is o'er, Leads by the hand her little child to bed, Half willing, half reluctant to be led, And leave his broken playthings…

Tree Top

23 Sep 201914 Nov 2019

Tree Top I long to climb amongst the highest branches, wave within the breeze like a swaying squirrel reaching for the sky. The glory of tree tops take my…

Nature

Pear Tree

20 Sep 201914 Nov 2019

Silver dust lifted from the earth, higher than my arms reach, you have mounted. O silver, higher than my arms reach you front us with great mass; no flower ever…

WATER

Splash

18 Sep 201916 May 2019

Photography by Ryan Dillis Freelance photographer who focuses on nature and travel. Originally from Boston, I've visited 46 out of the 50 states in the US and have traveled…

Nature

Loveliest of Trees

16 Sep 201914 Nov 2019

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide. Now, of my threescore years and ten,…

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Untouchable Sky

14 Sep 201913 Jul 2019

I’m watching this morning fog claiming her channels. A firm, open mother’s palm I can’t quite get under. A piece of the untouchable sky, come down. -Adriana Stimola My poems…

Leaves

12 Sep 201914 Nov 2019

Keith Moul is a poet of place, a photographer of the distinction light adds to place. Both his poems and photos are published widely. His photos are digital, striving for…

Piece

10 Sep 201913 Jul 2019

Dormant tree trunk shadows on snow, the perfect slate, sheet music on the meadow. The crow flies a scale, rearing up - punctuates the arpeggio. Deer hoofs plant staccato points,…

WATER

To a Fish in the Pacific Vortex

6 Sep 201916 May 2019

Here. Take my empty six-pack rings. Slip your head in the noose and slink back to the mire you slunk from. Wiggle…

Nature

Birches

4 Sep 201914 Nov 2019

Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better. I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree, And climb black branches up a…

Monarch Days

2 Sep 201913 Jul 2019

A gesture of yearning or an open book, Slowly she spreads her stained-glass wings Opening, closing, steadily, calmly Nestled in a dogwood tree, flaming like a yule log on Christmas…