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Beautiful nature photography inspires poems of the heart! Includes lighthearted uplifting poetry, and more serious poetry aimed to help heal the loss of a loved one!

  • Tree Spirits

    A winter forest stroll led me on a spirited adventure. It began when I noticed a face formed by snow on a tree trunk that reminded me of a deceased loved one. It turned into a day of magic and comfort and now I am sharing it with you through rhythm and rhyme with a revelation surprise ending!

    One winters day sitting comfy in my chair

    looked outside and noticed a stare,

    It peered through my window, could feel it summon me

    so dashed outside to have a look see,

    I couldn’t deny what was before my eyes

    it looked so real, I declared, “Oh my!”

    Grabbed my camera to record the face

    afterwards it sent me on a wild wild chase,

    Searched for more snow faces portrayed on tree trunks

    the eyes of the forest came closer the deeper I sunk,

    The first to appear at my earliest beckon

    was a masked man who seemed to be laugh’n,

    At me no doubt, for my silly quest

    challenging me as if some kind of test,

    “At least I found you,” said to his face

    He laughed all the more, but I continued my chase,

    I tread and wandered deeper in

    looking for another snow face to pin,

    It took some time, but could sense their stares

    closed my eyes for the forest to bare,

    I stood very still

    and made use of my will,

    Low and behold

    found another face in the cold,

    Thank goodness he was more friendly than the last

    a crooked smile he seemed to cast,

    said hello and snapped a shot,

    A shyness about him was the feeling I got

    Not long after I said so-long to him

    I came across his brotherly twin,

    From there I sped off for another chance

    to capture more faces at a glance,

    Spied a friendly old man with a crooked nose

    I hurried over, but tripped over my toes,

    Picked myself up and thought I could hear

    the face on the tree say, “Be careful my dear!”

    Next, wandered over to Sir Sleepy and Sir Snooze

    So not to disturb them, I stopped from shouting “You-Who’s”,

    They looked so peaceful with Sir Sleepy in a snow pack

    of which Sir Snooze lay comfortably in his night cap,

    Tip-toed away hoping to find all the while

    faces that reflected a happy smile,

    Closed my eyes and used my intuition

    the forest pointed me in the right direction,

    I soon met Happy, who introduced me to the other Happy

    who introduced me to the other, other Happy,

    Sure, it seems wacky,

    but it’s easy to tell them apart

    One is cute, one is jolly, one is silly and all have big hearts,

    Well, after a good laugh

    got back on track,

    I trusted the deep woods to lead the way

    who was I to argue with the forest spirits, I say

    Then what do you suppose

    I noticed a face with an ample nose,

    And then another nearby

    with a nose longer than the other guy,

    I said, “Don’t feel horrible”

    “You’re both adorable!”

    Suddenly, a slight breeze

    shook snowflakes off the trees,

    So gently and soft they fluttered

    reflecting the sunlight in a free fall of glitter,

    Sensed they were leading me in the direction to be headed

    Felt comforted when sparkling snow spirits landed on my jacket,

    The next face I spotted said, “Oooh!”

    and the one after that said, “Eeehh!”

    It gave me the know I was out of the haze

    until I came across a twisted maze,

    Where was I supposed to go from there?

    In the forest, I suddenly felt scared,

    Even though I had known

    I wasn’t exactly alone,

    Then the ghost of the farmer’s wife made an appearance

    Generations ago, she and her husband grew fruit trees here in abundance,

    She said not to worry too much

    You’ll find your way again, just trust,

    Never mind that fella below with a fright

    Just remember to follow the light,

    Things got more serious after that

    Sure, the light revealed another path,

    But this time I wanted to find the perfect place

    with the face of an angel full of beauty and grace,

    I had seen plenty of smiles and other expressions

    that provided lots of fun, each with a unique impression,

    I journeyed my own trail and rolled the dice

    But everything blended together in fluffy ice,

    Then, a face larger than life straight in front of me

    provided his wisdom far beyond what I could see,

    I ask the Tree Spirit to show me an angel where hidden,

    He told me right under my nose, if only I imagined

    Now close your eyes, quiet the mind

    Let your soul be the guide,

    Then see what can happen

    when you’re willing to listen,

    So I contemplated the wise words of the ghostly tree

    and after a while it occurred to me,

    The angel faces were there all along

    They needn’t look the way I insisted upon,

    They all had to a degree

    beauty and grace watching over me,

    I felt at peace and called it a day

    Reflected on my adventure so it wouldn’t fade away,

    Suddenly, I realized the very first face I had seen

    looked familiar and more real than the others in between,

    I hesitate to tell who I think it resembles, even if mild

    Some will say I’m letting my imagination go too wild,

    Just know it gave me comfort as a “hello” from above

    Because I know without a doubt, it was a message of love

    Dedicated to the memory of my husband, Joseph, and it did remind me of him!

    © 2026 Kathi Mirto

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  • Ice Bound

    We experienced our share of dramatic winter weather in 2011, all within the mighty month of February; and not only here in Michigan, but in many parts of the USA and Canada. During the Valentine month, we faced the following weather conditions; a record blizzard which buried some regions with 20 inches of snow, a 50 degree melt down, which transformed the landscape in almost a single day and then a few days later, an unusual ice storm impacting us yet again . . . phew! It offered many amazing icy photo opportunities inspiring poetry which I love presenting to you!

    Trapped in ice

    won’t suffice

    I yearn to be free

    from its squeeze,

    Suddenly, sun returns

    as I watch freeze burn

    off my branches

    inch by inches

    dribbling and dripping

    my limbs no longer tipping

    from the hefty grasp

    of the concrete mass

    letting me breathe

    oxygen deep

    uplifting my figure

    recapturing my rapture,

    Feeling the release

    I regard the ease

    happy again to be Me

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  • An Orchid is like a Woman

    Like a woman

    An orchid is a beautiful flower

    Like her foundation      

    The orchid stem is strong yet flexible

    Like a woman’s skin

    The orchid petals are silky soft to the touch

    Compared to her feminine body

    An orchid’s form is curvaceous

    Like her beauty

    An orchid is designed by nature’s highest vision

    And reminiscent of her scent

    The orchid’s sweet aroma casts a spell on innocence

    Like a woman’s patience

    The orchid waits to bloom when ready

    And similar to her endurance

    Few other blossoms match the orchid’s longevity

    Like a woman

    An orchid has special needs to grow

    Light to know which direction to face

    Water to maintain suppleness

    The balance of nutrients to flourish

    Like a woman

    An orchid can blind with good looks

    Seduce the hungry

    Lure entrance to trappings of sweet honey

    Like a woman       

    An orchid thrives among nature’s bounty

    Is admired by countless beings

    As only a woman’s face can, the orchid gleams in the moonlight

    Like a woman’s inner beauty of generosity

    Orchids share multiple flowers on a single stem

    Most of all

    A woman is like an orchid wanting, needing loving care

     © 2026 Fossillady

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  • Under the Setting Sun

    Under the Setting Sun

    Sun no longer high in the sky

    Past midday on a downward slide

    Under the golden radiance

    Souls rush to catch a glimpse

    And arrest the passing moments

    Of the Sun’s intensifying tints

    Within body’s yearning to unwind

    The splendor inspires soul’s confined

    To merge with the miraculous light

    Encompassing a love unmatched in this temporary life

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