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Gentle Moments of Nature

The fresh scent of a crisp spring evening,
Warm light dancing off a shimmering stream,
A Bluebird glides along on a velvet breeze.

Robins hop about merrily in search of a worm,
The placid vernal wind rustles the lime green early spring leaves,
And an Owl stands on a branch above it all,
Watching the sun dip below the mountain,
As dusk slowly encroaches.

These are the gentle moments of nature,
Where there is solace and hope,
And tranquility reigns supreme.

Posted in Poetry

The Snowy Owl

Alone he stands over the world on high,
Scanning the land with his glimmering eye,
Like a flash of lightning, he takes to the sky.

He goes screeching over the icy plains,
White wings on his back and ice in his veins,
On he flies as the sunlight drains.

-James D. Vespoli

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A Winter’s Morning

The sun creeps ever so slowly over the snow-covered mountain,
Cardinals sing out to the new mornings’ arrival,
Cold wind whips over the placid landscape,
A flock of Geese cries out overhead,
As they glide on in V formation.

The tiny creek slowly trickles on as ice floats downstream,
A bright orange Fox leaps through the new-fallen snow in search of breakfast,
The sky above the bucolic scene is painted a light shade of amber,
Giving warmth to the frozen earth below.

Most mornings begin like this,
With balance and tranquility,
Nature’s symphony continuing.

-JDV