Nature poems

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It was a quiet seeming Day --

© Emily Dickinson

It was a quiet seeming Day --
There was no harm in earth or sky --
Till with the closing sun
There strayed an accidental Red
A Strolling Hue, one would have said
To westward of the Town --

It struck me -- every Day

© Emily Dickinson

It struck me -- every Day --
The Lightning was as new
As if the Cloud that instant slit
And let the Fire through --

It sounded as if the Streets were running

© Emily Dickinson

It sounded as if the Streets were running
And then -- the Streets stood still --
Eclipse -- was all we could see at the Window
And Awe -- was all we could feel.

It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon --

© Emily Dickinson

It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon --
The Flower -- distinct and Red --
I, passing, thought another Noon
Another in its stead

In many and reportless places

© Emily Dickinson

In many and reportless places
We feel a Joy --
Reportless, also, but sincere as Nature
Or Deity --

I thought that nature was enough

© Emily Dickinson

I thought that nature was enough
Till Human nature came
But that the other did absorb
As Parallax a Flame --

I think the Hemlock likes to stand

© Emily Dickinson

I think the Hemlock likes to stand
Upon a Marge of Snow --
It suits his own Austerity --
And satisfies an awe

I think I was enchanted

© Emily Dickinson

I think I was enchanted
When first a sombre Girl --
I read that Foreign Lady --
The Dark -- felt beautiful --

I send you a decrepit flower

© Emily Dickinson

I send you a decrepit flower
That nature sent to me
At parting -- she was going south
And I designed to stay --

I make His Crescent fill or lack --

© Emily Dickinson

I make His Crescent fill or lack --
His Nature is at Full
Or Quarter -- as I signify --
His Tides -- do I control --

I cannot want it more --

© Emily Dickinson

I cannot want it more --
I cannot want it less --
My Human Nature's fullest force
Expends itself on this.

I bet with every Wind that blew

© Emily Dickinson

I bet with every Wind that blew
Till Nature in chagrin
Employed a Fact to visit me
And scuttle my Balloon --

How fits his Umber Coat

© Emily Dickinson

How fits his Umber Coat
The Tailor of the Nut?
Combined without a seam
Like Raiment of a Dream --

High from the earth I heard a bird,

© Emily Dickinson

High from the earth I heard a bird,
He trod upon the trees
As he esteemed them trifles,
And then he spied a breeze,

Her sovereign People

Her sovereign People
Nature knows as well
And is as fond of signifying
As if fallible --

Her little Parasol to lift

Her little Parasol to lift
And once to let it down
Her whole Responsibility --
To imitate be Mine.

Growth of Man -- like Growth of Nature --

Growth of Man -- like Growth of Nature --
Gravitates within --
Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it --
Bit it stir -- alone --

Further in Summer than the Birds

Further in Summer than the Birds
Pathetic from the Grass
A minor Nation celebrates
Its unobtrusive Mass.

Four Trees -- upon a solitary Acre --

Four Trees -- upon a solitary Acre --
Without Design
Or Order, or Apparent Action --
Maintain --

Forever honored by the Tree

Forever honored by the Tree
Whose Apple Winterworn
Enticed to Breakfast from the Sky
Two Gabriels Yestermorn.