Walk With Nature
30 Nature Poems for National Poetry Month
                       Chosen and Illustrated
                         by Diane Cordell




       “Chapel Pond” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/8072219622/
“Wonder” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/7373048774/




                                                                           “Let children walk with nature,
                                                                           let them see the beautiful
                                                                           blendings:
                                                                           communions of death and life,
                                                                           their joyous inseparable unity,
                                                                           as taught in woods and meadows,
                                                                           plains and mountains
                                                                           and streams.
                                                                           And they will learn that death
                                                                           is stingless
                                                                           And as beautiful as life.”
                                                                                  -John Muir, Walk With Nature
“Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books;
Or surely you'll grow double:
Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;
Why all this toil and trouble?

Enough of Science and of Art;
Close up those barren leaves;
Come forth, and bring with you a heart
That watches and receives.”
          -William Wordsworth, The Tables Turned




“Light ahead” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/8021655881/
“Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
   And give us not to think so far away
  As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
  All simply in the springing of the year.”
                   -Robert Frost, A Prayer in Spring




                                        “Spring Beauties” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/6876106812/
“Nothing is so beautiful as Spring –
  When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
  Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing...”
                    -Gerard Manley Hopkins, Spring




               “Robin’s egg” by dmcordellhttp://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/5923096685/
“Light” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/5705143886/




  “A Light exists in Spring
  Not present on the Year
    At any other period -
When March is scarcely here”
  -Emily Dickinson, A Light Exists In Spring
“A toadstool comes up in a night,
             Learn the lesson, little folk:
         An oak grows on a hundred years,
                But then it is an oak.”
-Christina Georgina Rossetti, A Toadstool Comes Up In A Night




     “Fairy Ring” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/4706604680/
"A small speckled visitor
Wearing a crimson cape
 Brighter than a cherry
  Smaller than a grape
A polka-dotted someone
   Walking on my wall
  A black-hooded lady
   In a scarlet shawl."
 -Joan Walsh Anglund, Ladybug




            “A Polka-dotted Someone” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/7310609252/
“Delight” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/7711640198/




“Wee wings and eyes,
Wild blue gemmy dragon-flies...”
    -Louise Imogen Guiney, Down Stream
“Wild Strawberry” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/7161074849/




       "Strawberries that in gardens grow
            Are plump and juicy fine,
       But sweeter far as wise men know
        Spring from the woodland vine."
                -Robert Graves, Wild Strawberries
"You are made of almost nothing
      But of enough
      To be great eyes
"...I want to believe I am looking
into Andwhite fire of a great mystery.
      the diaphanous double vans;
I want to believe that movement,
      To be ceaseless the imperfections are nothing --
that Unending hunger...” -- that it is more than the sum
       the light is everything
of each flawed blossom rising and fading. And I do."
                            -Mary Oliver, The Ponds

                                                      “White Fire” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/7516918648/
“The air is like a butterfly
     With frail blue wings.
The happy earth looks at the sky
         And sings.”
                          -Joyce Kilmer, Joy




  “Ferns along the bank” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/5805661647/
“I had a penny,
  A bright new penny,
    I took my penny
 To the market square.
   I wanted a rabbit,
  A little brown rabbit,
And I looked for a rabbit
  'Most everywhere.”
  -A. A. Milne, Market Square




                         “The Visitor” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/5575347697/
“Furu ike ya
   kawazu tobikomu
     mizu no oto”
 - Matsuo Bashô, Frog Haiku


     “The old pond;
    a frog jumps in -
the sound of the water”
  -Translated by R.H. Blyth.




                     “The Frog Prince” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/5662493656/
“I must go down to the seas again, for the
           call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not
                  be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white
                clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume,
         and the sea-gulls crying.”
                                               -John Masefield, Sea Fever




        “The sea at Dorado” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/5498471966/
“I gathered shells upon the sand,
  Each shell a little perfect thing,
 So frail, yet potent to withstand
    The mountain-waves' wild
              buffeting.”
         -Edith Nesbit, Sea-Shells



   “Conch curl” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/5494812545/
“Smooth to the shelving brink a copious flood
             Rolls fair and placid...
 And falling fast from gradual slope to slope,
With wild infracted course, and lessen'd roar,
   It gains a safer bed, and steals, at last,
       Along the mazes of a quiet vale.”
                    -James Thomson, Waterfall




                          “Honey Run Falls” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/4780452214/
“After the Rain” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/8106206776/




"It ain't no use to grumble and complain;
It's jest as cheap and easy to rejoice;
When God sorts out the weather and sends rain,
Why, rain's my choice."
                 - James Whitcomb Riley, Wet-weather Talk
“God, when you chiseled a raindrop,
   How did you think of a stem,
    Bearing a lovely satin leaf
       To hold the tiny gem?
 How did you know a million drops
  Would deck the morning's hem?”
           -Angela Morgan, God the Artist




                       “Spangled” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/4606920868/
“Birch” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/5226895843/




"I have heard the sunset song of the birches,
A white melody in the silence...”
-Stephen Maria Crane, I have heard the sunset song of the birches
“The heron
                                                      is the exact blue of the shadows
                                                      the sun makes of trees on water.

                                                       When you hold the heron most clearly
                                                       in your eye, you are least certain
                                                       it is there.”
                                                                     -John Engles, Danselfly, Trout, Heron




“Great Blue Heron” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/6109067257/
“Oh, good gigantic smile
                        o' the brown old earth,
                         This autumn morning!
                        How he sets his bones
                           To bask i' the sun,
                     and thrusts out knees and feet
                       For the ripple to run over
                             in its mirth...”
                          -Robert Browning, Among the Rocks




“A walk in the woods near Butler Pond” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/5172607918/
“The forest holds high carnival to-day,
And every hill-side glows with gold and fire;
    Ivy and sumac dress in colors gay,
 And oak and maple mask in bright attire.
The hoarded wealth of sober autumn days
 In lavish mood for motley garb is spent,
  And nature for the while at folly plays,
Knowing the morrow brings a snowy Lent.”
                                              -Ellis Parker Butler, October




“Beaver Pond Road” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/5094225417/
“Nest” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/8139631898/




"...Woven basket
of a saint
sent back to life as a bird
who proceeded to make
a mess of things. Wind
right through it, and any eggs
long vanished.
But in my hand it was
intricate pleasure,
even the thorny reeds
softened in the weave..."
    - Marianne Boruch, Nest
“Milkweed seeds” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/8072204431/




         “...a cluster of open milkweed pods
   brown flat seeds, a ball of cotton candy silk
    waiting for the wind, to catch the currents
to fly like gossamer sails across the blue fall sky
              twirl and arc heavenward...”
                -Raymond A. Foss, Waiting for the Wind
“ All the complicated details
               of the attiring and
      the disattiring are completed...
     Thus having prepared their buds
            against a sure winter
                 the wise trees
        stand sleeping in the cold.”
             -William Carlos Williams, Winter Trees




“Roots” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/6936481369/
“Icing” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/8197007121/




“The white of the dusting of snow
lingers in the shadows, on the fallen leaves,
the cooler spots in the yard,
in the lee of the shrubs, the crooks
of the branches
in subtle and still ways, remaining
a little longer, cooling the world,
providing fringe and accent
before the sameness of winter...”
             - Raymond A. Foss, Winter Coming
“Chitter, chatter,
Scold, scold
Gray squirrels scoot,
Through winter's cold.
Over ice,
Over snow,
Leaving footprints
As they go.”
-Marie Cecchini, Squirrel Tracks




                    “Squirrel tracks” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/6798035307/
"If I had wings I would touch the fingertips of clouds
and glide on the wind’s breath.
If I had wings I would taste a chunk of the sun
as hot as peppered curry.
If I had wings I would listen to the clouds of sheep bleat
that graze on the blue.
If I had wings I would breathe deep
and sniff the scent of raindrops.
If I had wings I would gaze at the people
who cling to the earth.
If I had wings I would dream
of swimming the deserts
and walking the seas."
                                    -Pie Corbett, If I Had Wings




 “Wings” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/3442866484/
“We dream that all white butterflies above,
Who seek through clouds or waters souls to love,
And leave their lady mistress in despair,
To flit to flowers, as kinder and more fair,
Are but torn love-letters, that through the skies
Flutter, and float, and change to butterflies.”
                             -Victor Hugo, The Genesis of Butterflies




  “In My Own Time” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/6056551063/
"The beauty of the trees,
                                                                                       the softness of the air,
                                                                                       the fragrance of the grass,
                                                                                       speaks to me.
                                                                                       The summit of the mountain,
                                                                                       the thunder of the sky,
                                                                                       speaks to me.
                                                                                       The faintness of the stars,
                                                                                       the trail of the sun,
                                                                                       the strength of fire,
                                                                                       and the life that never
                                                                                       goes away,
                                                                                       they speak to me.
                                                                                       And my heart soars."
                                                                                                   - Chief Dan George




“Darkness and Light” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/6340625757/
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Walk with nature

  • 1.
    Walk With Nature 30Nature Poems for National Poetry Month Chosen and Illustrated by Diane Cordell “Chapel Pond” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/8072219622/
  • 2.
    “Wonder” by dmcordellhttp://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/7373048774/ “Let children walk with nature, let them see the beautiful blendings: communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains and mountains and streams. And they will learn that death is stingless And as beautiful as life.” -John Muir, Walk With Nature
  • 3.
    “Up! up! myFriend, and quit your books; Or surely you'll grow double: Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks; Why all this toil and trouble? Enough of Science and of Art; Close up those barren leaves; Come forth, and bring with you a heart That watches and receives.” -William Wordsworth, The Tables Turned “Light ahead” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/8021655881/
  • 4.
    “Oh, give uspleasure in the flowers to-day; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest; keep us here All simply in the springing of the year.” -Robert Frost, A Prayer in Spring “Spring Beauties” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/6876106812/
  • 5.
    “Nothing is sobeautiful as Spring – When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing...” -Gerard Manley Hopkins, Spring “Robin’s egg” by dmcordellhttp://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/5923096685/
  • 6.
    “Light” by dmcordellhttp://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/5705143886/ “A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period - When March is scarcely here” -Emily Dickinson, A Light Exists In Spring
  • 7.
    “A toadstool comesup in a night, Learn the lesson, little folk: An oak grows on a hundred years, But then it is an oak.” -Christina Georgina Rossetti, A Toadstool Comes Up In A Night “Fairy Ring” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/4706604680/
  • 8.
    "A small speckledvisitor Wearing a crimson cape Brighter than a cherry Smaller than a grape A polka-dotted someone Walking on my wall A black-hooded lady In a scarlet shawl." -Joan Walsh Anglund, Ladybug “A Polka-dotted Someone” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/7310609252/
  • 9.
    “Delight” by dmcordellhttp://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/7711640198/ “Wee wings and eyes, Wild blue gemmy dragon-flies...” -Louise Imogen Guiney, Down Stream
  • 10.
    “Wild Strawberry” bydmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/7161074849/ "Strawberries that in gardens grow Are plump and juicy fine, But sweeter far as wise men know Spring from the woodland vine." -Robert Graves, Wild Strawberries
  • 11.
    "You are madeof almost nothing But of enough To be great eyes "...I want to believe I am looking into Andwhite fire of a great mystery. the diaphanous double vans; I want to believe that movement, To be ceaseless the imperfections are nothing -- that Unending hunger...” -- that it is more than the sum the light is everything of each flawed blossom rising and fading. And I do." -Mary Oliver, The Ponds “White Fire” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/7516918648/
  • 12.
    “The air islike a butterfly With frail blue wings. The happy earth looks at the sky And sings.” -Joyce Kilmer, Joy “Ferns along the bank” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/5805661647/
  • 13.
    “I had apenny, A bright new penny, I took my penny To the market square. I wanted a rabbit, A little brown rabbit, And I looked for a rabbit 'Most everywhere.” -A. A. Milne, Market Square “The Visitor” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/5575347697/
  • 14.
    “Furu ike ya kawazu tobikomu mizu no oto” - Matsuo Bashô, Frog Haiku “The old pond; a frog jumps in - the sound of the water” -Translated by R.H. Blyth. “The Frog Prince” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/5662493656/
  • 15.
    “I must godown to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.” -John Masefield, Sea Fever “The sea at Dorado” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/5498471966/
  • 16.
    “I gathered shellsupon the sand, Each shell a little perfect thing, So frail, yet potent to withstand The mountain-waves' wild buffeting.” -Edith Nesbit, Sea-Shells “Conch curl” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/5494812545/
  • 17.
    “Smooth to theshelving brink a copious flood Rolls fair and placid... And falling fast from gradual slope to slope, With wild infracted course, and lessen'd roar, It gains a safer bed, and steals, at last, Along the mazes of a quiet vale.” -James Thomson, Waterfall “Honey Run Falls” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/4780452214/
  • 18.
    “After the Rain”by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/8106206776/ "It ain't no use to grumble and complain; It's jest as cheap and easy to rejoice; When God sorts out the weather and sends rain, Why, rain's my choice." - James Whitcomb Riley, Wet-weather Talk
  • 19.
    “God, when youchiseled a raindrop, How did you think of a stem, Bearing a lovely satin leaf To hold the tiny gem? How did you know a million drops Would deck the morning's hem?” -Angela Morgan, God the Artist “Spangled” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/4606920868/
  • 20.
    “Birch” by dmcordellhttp://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/5226895843/ "I have heard the sunset song of the birches, A white melody in the silence...” -Stephen Maria Crane, I have heard the sunset song of the birches
  • 21.
    “The heron is the exact blue of the shadows the sun makes of trees on water. When you hold the heron most clearly in your eye, you are least certain it is there.” -John Engles, Danselfly, Trout, Heron “Great Blue Heron” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/6109067257/
  • 22.
    “Oh, good giganticsmile o' the brown old earth, This autumn morning! How he sets his bones To bask i' the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet For the ripple to run over in its mirth...” -Robert Browning, Among the Rocks “A walk in the woods near Butler Pond” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/5172607918/
  • 23.
    “The forest holdshigh carnival to-day, And every hill-side glows with gold and fire; Ivy and sumac dress in colors gay, And oak and maple mask in bright attire. The hoarded wealth of sober autumn days In lavish mood for motley garb is spent, And nature for the while at folly plays, Knowing the morrow brings a snowy Lent.” -Ellis Parker Butler, October “Beaver Pond Road” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/5094225417/
  • 24.
    “Nest” by dmcordellhttp://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/8139631898/ "...Woven basket of a saint sent back to life as a bird who proceeded to make a mess of things. Wind right through it, and any eggs long vanished. But in my hand it was intricate pleasure, even the thorny reeds softened in the weave..." - Marianne Boruch, Nest
  • 25.
    “Milkweed seeds” bydmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/8072204431/ “...a cluster of open milkweed pods brown flat seeds, a ball of cotton candy silk waiting for the wind, to catch the currents to fly like gossamer sails across the blue fall sky twirl and arc heavenward...” -Raymond A. Foss, Waiting for the Wind
  • 26.
    “ All thecomplicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed... Thus having prepared their buds against a sure winter the wise trees stand sleeping in the cold.” -William Carlos Williams, Winter Trees “Roots” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/6936481369/
  • 27.
    “Icing” by dmcordellhttp://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/8197007121/ “The white of the dusting of snow lingers in the shadows, on the fallen leaves, the cooler spots in the yard, in the lee of the shrubs, the crooks of the branches in subtle and still ways, remaining a little longer, cooling the world, providing fringe and accent before the sameness of winter...” - Raymond A. Foss, Winter Coming
  • 28.
    “Chitter, chatter, Scold, scold Graysquirrels scoot, Through winter's cold. Over ice, Over snow, Leaving footprints As they go.” -Marie Cecchini, Squirrel Tracks “Squirrel tracks” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/6798035307/
  • 29.
    "If I hadwings I would touch the fingertips of clouds and glide on the wind’s breath. If I had wings I would taste a chunk of the sun as hot as peppered curry. If I had wings I would listen to the clouds of sheep bleat that graze on the blue. If I had wings I would breathe deep and sniff the scent of raindrops. If I had wings I would gaze at the people who cling to the earth. If I had wings I would dream of swimming the deserts and walking the seas." -Pie Corbett, If I Had Wings “Wings” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/3442866484/
  • 30.
    “We dream thatall white butterflies above, Who seek through clouds or waters souls to love, And leave their lady mistress in despair, To flit to flowers, as kinder and more fair, Are but torn love-letters, that through the skies Flutter, and float, and change to butterflies.” -Victor Hugo, The Genesis of Butterflies “In My Own Time” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/6056551063/
  • 31.
    "The beauty ofthe trees, the softness of the air, the fragrance of the grass, speaks to me. The summit of the mountain, the thunder of the sky, speaks to me. The faintness of the stars, the trail of the sun, the strength of fire, and the life that never goes away, they speak to me. And my heart soars." - Chief Dan George “Darkness and Light” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/6340625757/
  • 32.
    Diane Cordell @dmcordell WhatI'm Thinking: http://dmcordell.blogspot.com/ What I'm Tweeting: http://twitter.com/dmcordell My Photos: http://www.flickr.com/dmcordell/ My Slidedecks http://www.slideshare.net/diane/presentations My Pinterest Boards http://pinterest.com/dmcordell/ My RebelMouse Aggregator https://www.rebelmouse.com/dmcordell/ “Snow-covered beaver lodge” by Jackie Cordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/5454831056/