Through poetry, we enter life consciously, with a clarity of mind and a steadier heart. If you cannot write the poem, then be the poem (though I think everyone holds at least a few poems in them). The short nature poems I’m sharing today were penned with springtime in mind, but they’re meant for whatever season you’re in—for a richer season.
“She told me I need therapy. I told her I write poetry.” — Perry Poetry
Sometimes, I think, we rely too heavily on our environment to tell us who we are.
If we weren’t planted where we found ourselves, who might we become? Yet, here we are, rooted in our current season but not without branches to stretch out and see what else can be found. We might even find wings up there if we keep exploring.
I also think that poetry helps us explore where we are with greater reverence. Rather than through boredom or even contempt, we can practice adjusting the way we approach our environment and ourselves, and our lives as a whole begin to shift with us.
Even the slightest of changes can be felt if we’re tuned in enough to feel them.
That’s why I love poetry: it awakens our senses. It enlivens our imagination, aids the evolution of a perspective.
Real transformation begins when you embrace your problems as opportunities to live with greater authenticity. Your current circumstances can be platforms for expansion, but you have to be willing and ready to make that your truth for it to be so.
The season you’re in right now is the perfect catalyst for living with deeper intentions and greater awareness. If you’re here as you are, you’re meant to be here as you are. This is always where you start.Whether barren or full of blossoms, your environment offers an invitation to be all here, to be at home within yourself wherever you are, to play with a new way of approaching life. tweet this
Not that therapy is to be replaced with poetry, but for the ones who write, read, and live the poems with reverence and heart, we know how therapeutic the process can be.
With this season in mind, I wrote these nature poems to guide me deeper into the moment and my imagination. For you, I hope they do the same, and maybe something more.
5 Short Nature Poems, Perfect for Embracing This Season
Vines drip their own
Brand of honey.
They crawl and rise and
Make it look like a grand dance.
Weaving over time their own
Kind of love.
They play, in their own time.
To you, they are just vines.
To the heart, even they are
Happy to see you smile.
— I see you
Wake up to this moment.
It will awaken the flowers
Your busy mind has
Forgotten to see,
Stretch your vision to include
Every busy bee and
Heighten every sense with which
You ought to breathe.
— Wake up
Stay and feed the soil.
Don’t just grab the fruit.
Empty your mind of everything and feel
Who you are—
Not just blossoms and beauty, but
Darkness and dirt too.
— Being whole
In order to grow,
You must give up the struggle
To remain the same.
In order to embrace this season that you’re in,
Whether pleasure or pain,
It is time again to come home to
Where your heart’s honesty has been laid.
If you want to live in wholeness,
You will not avoid what life has to offer.
Blessed or wretched,
You must love better.
Giving and receiving,
Loss and gain,
Sunshine and treacherous rainstorms—
Life is everything.
Learn how to love as openly,
As boldly and breathtakingly
As life does for you.
— Loving, due to living
When the leaves dance, and
A new wind blows;
When the birds sing, and
A new song is composed;
When deep within the rivers of my soul
I begin to hear the approaching sea,
I pause and bask in sweet unity.
I cannot bear but to see
The unshakeable connection to
Everything around me.
— New but old
Here’s a longer poem just for spring that I think you’ll enjoy.
Share your favorite of these nature poems, how you plan on living this season of you’re life, and any stories of growth and change with me in the comments. I’d love to know.
Have a friend who appreciates poetry and springtime? Send them these nature poems as a little gift.
Sign a contract with this season to live the way you want to live.