Poember November

Nature

A ghazal poem

The sun shines in a sky so blue — nature. Fluffy clouds float across it too — nature.

I run my hands over the rough tree bark As I follow the dirt trail through nature.

A squirrel sits at the bottom of a tree With a nut in its paws to chew — nature.

In a field near the foot of a mountain, I stop to sniff flowers that grew — nature.

I stand on a rock on top of a cliff; My breath escapes me as I view nature.

The sun is setting on the horizon; It is time to say goodbye to nature.

Thanks a lot for visiting me, Megan. It’s because I really love you, nature.

This is my attempt at a ghazal. I had never heard of this form of poetry before until I read one that Carolyn Hastings wrote. Her ghazal, and information on what one is, can be found at the link below.

Below is the link to the Poember November prompt by Carolyn Hastings.