The Voice of Nature

I travelled to a mountain
And experience the beautiful creations with curving fountain
The trees that dance with the traveling winds
The flying fowls, how lovely when they sings

I sit upon a rock
And all things crawls, have me flocked
The birds with beautiful colors
The sunshine in the evening hours

All the trees of different characters
Are the resting places of the flying vultures
The running waters slipping through cave rocks
With the blast of thunder above the mountain tops

The river stood still where ducks and lilies rest
With vine and thorn between clutches that’s where they make their nest
The view of cities and bloomy field with grains
The looks of fog that rest above the open plains

Cows and goats all gathered in heaps
Are like a bundle of a thousand merry sheeps
The fountain of waters settled by the brooks remain shallow
I then realized that nature expressed itself with the sound of sparrows

By Fadrian Bartley

sparrows sitting on fence


author photoFadrian Bartley is a new emerging writer for poetry in Jamaica, he has gained the credentials for sharing his work in local programs and international submission sites such as Writers Relief, and Allpoetry.Com. He is a Graduate from NCTVET Institution in Jamaica known as the Heart Trust NTA as a Customer Service Representative. Practicing and developing the inspiration to write poetry for over ten years, Mr Bartley takes the opportunity to share his work internationally to others through publications. His work appears on sites such as allpoetry.com. His poetry can be viewed at https://allpoetry.com/Niniveh.

Photo of sparrows on fence by Michael Nosek

The Leaves Wink

Whispered stillness at dawn
summer candle burning low
a quieted hush upon a breeze
orange koi rise in the fountain.
Leaves wink in the sun’s haze
toaster pops my English muffin
coffee pot chugs along slowly
cars roll by as the day begins.
Sirens echo in the distant hills
dogs howl and children smile
faceless people rush to a bus
lazy summer awaiting autumn.
Pumpkin patch on it’s final days
crispy mornings and hot cocoa.
Autumn’s time has now arrived,
leaves wink because they know.

By Ken Allan Dronsfield

 colorful leaves & pumpkins at old house


Ken Allan Dronsfield is a published poet who was nominated for The Best of the Net and two Pushcart Awards for Poetry in 2016. His poetry has been published world-wide in various publications throughout North and South America, Europe, Asia, Australia and Africa. Ken loves thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night, and spending time with his cats Willa, Hemi and Turbo. Ken’s new book, The Cellaring a collection of haunting, paranormal, weird and wonderful poems, has been released and is available through Amazon.com. He is the co-editor of two poetry anthologies, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze and Dandelion in a Vase of Roses available from Amazon.com.

Photo of autumn leaves at an old homestead by Ernest Prim

Dove Chorale

A chorus of mourning doves
serenades passing motorists
along the shaded gravel road.
Their coos are comforting,
and I slow down to listen.
They welcome all who pass
and soothe them
into autumn splendor.

By Harding Stedler

mourning dove in tree lit by autumn sunset


After graduating valedictorian of his high school graduating class, Harding Stedler went on to earn his B.S. in Ed., M.S in English Education, and his Ph.D. in English Education as well. He taught writing courses under the umbrella of the English Department in universities where he taught. In 1995, he retired from Shawnee State University in Portsmouth, Ohio, with 34 years of service. He now makes his home in Maumelle, Arkansas, and is an active member of the Poets’ Roundtable of Arkansas as well as the River Market Poets in Little Rock.

Photo by blscooch

Belle Vue

I found a tiny white feather on the grass one afternoon.
Then you rang me.

An assortment of trees in bloom, a squirrel feeding on nuts,
Like a secret spy, hiding and burrowing,
Always taunting the magpies

Will I see one for sorrow or two for joy?

I worry about the outcome on the grassy knoll.
A stone circle for my troubles,
Light a candle for my dreams,
The wind blows calmly, as in times of yesteryear,
Lavenders bloom, dilly dilly, a penny for your thoughts.

An empty brook awaits my thoughts, a foreign tree nestled amongst the dog walkers
The cafe beckons, a piece of cake, for me, this park of wonder

Of ancestors.

My great grandmother courted here, as do I
In my dreams.

By Victoria Anne Williams

woman sitting in park watching nature


This poem is about my local park, Belle Vue, in Newport, South Wales, UK. It is a very special place to me.

Photo by Bernd Friedel

A Portrait

Autumn light slants down
Through branches and leaves interlaced,
Leaves still green though with
The odd yellow splash moving
In the depth of foliage…
She sits
Smiling and relaxed, her hair falling
Long about her shoulders, dark
With lighter streaks. The light
Plays about her with every kind
Of green, and some darker blues
And grey in shadows. At her feet
Are dried leaves not from the hazel
Overhead, but blown across the paving.
Her clothes are the leaf-shades
And the tree-clump richer by her,
Completed in shape and spread.
She gazes at the painter and beyond
And takes in everything in her look,
So the season, the light and tree
Are hers, opening from hazel eyes.

By John Leonard

artist model in autumn park


John Leonard was born in the UK and came to Australia in 1991. He completed a PhD at the University of Queensland and was poetry editor of Overland from 2003 to 2007. He has five collections of poetry. His Think of the World: Collected Poems 1986-2016 is available from lulu.com. His poetry has been translated into French, Croatian, Spanish and Chinese and published in those versions. Read more of his work at John Leonard’s Literary Pages.

Photo by Veronika Galkina