Nature’s Storytellers – Adult Poetry Winners

Nature’s Storytellers – Adult Poetry Winners

Our 2019-2020 Nature’s Storytellers Writing Contest was super fun! We’re publishing contest winners here.

Below are the Adult Poetry Winners.

 

1st Prize, Adult Poetry

 

Moss

by Dotty Armstrong

 

I sit here

when I’m restless.

I like the way it settles in,

how it sneaks up the sides of rocks

in its own low way,

how it holds rain for weeks,

waiting,

for a small, green finger of cedar

to spring from its heart.

 

2nd Prize, Adult Poetry

 

 

Sageland Spring

by Claire Carpenter

 

The revolving Earth proceeds along her traces—

Soon the northern realms won’t point so resolutely to the dark.

The snow will melt from sagebrush-covered ridges.

The sun will rise a little higher on its arc.

 

The hills will fill with grass widows and Lomatium

Cottonwoods will shake out bright new leaves

White-crowned sparrows will return to flit among the branches

And yearning gardeners will finally plant their peas.

 

Like the northern hemisphere through these months of winter,

I, too, have been tilted toward the long dark night.

A green mist will spread across the valley

Together, we shall turn back to the light.

 

2nd Prize, Adult Poetry

 

 

Pantoum for Spring

by Betty Van Ryder

 

Yellow daffodils arrive on time

Kissed by April pearls

Nature heals winter’s wounds

My spirits soar with the spring sun.

 

Kissed by April pearls

Forsythia bows before gentle wind

My spirits soar with the spring sun

Hyacinths’ scent permeates the air.

 

Forsythia bows before gentle wind

Winter’s bleakness joins other faded memories

Hyacinths’ scent permeates the air

I sing an internal hymn to spring.

 

Winter’s bleakness joins other faded memories

Tiny green shoots erupt from sodden soil

I sing an internal hymn to spring

Raindrops shimmer from a fragile cobweb.

 

Tiny green shoots erupt from sodden soil

Reaching for life giving rays

Raindrops shimmer from a fragile cobweb

Spun between verdant vines.

 

Reaching for life giving rays

I stand tall facing the western sun

Spun between verdant vines

A silent spider rests and waits.

 

I stand tall facing the western sun

While nature heals winter’s wounds

A silent spider rests and waits

With me for spring’s sight and sounds.

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