17 Mar 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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