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Non-rhyming and rhyming nature poetry and poems on the beauty of the natural world. I often find that I can see the evidence of God clearest in nature, so much of my writing about nature is tied with Christianity and spirituality. Forests, fields, birds, the seasons, and the beauty of dawn and dusk all have a way of provoking wonder. And wonder is one of the greatest inspirations poets and writers have. Poems on nature are some of my favorite poems to write, and I often use objects in nature as similes and metaphors.
I am excited to announce that my latest chapbook of poetry is now available on Amazon in both kindle and paperback formats. These poems have gone through many edits, and I’ve invested lots of time in them. They are centered around my love for nature and also the wisdom we can learn from it. While it isn’t nearly as spiritually centered as my first book, “A Voice in the Wilderness”, there still are themes of God within it – but very general themes; I wanted this to be a collection that almost everyone could enjoy.
While not necessarily a “full” collection, I feel my poems still have more “meat” than a lot of the popular “full” collections of poetry today, consisting of only one or two lines per page. My stanzas could certainly be read that way, but most of my poems are about a page, and a few that are more than that. I only say this to assure readers that the chapbook still has quite a bit of content.
Summary- “Justin Farley’s second chapbook is a collection of poems about nature. Starting in his early childhood, the woods have been a teacher and source of beauty, exploration, adventure, and love. “Nature’s Bounty” is the accumulation of a lifetime of wisdom gained from exploring nature and observing the lessons nature teaches us. This nature poetry collection will reach the hearts and minds of hikers, bird watchers, campers, naturalists, and all those who hold the rivers, lakes, mountains, animals and forests in high esteem. Contains poems on subjects such as birds, animals, the spiritual aspect of nature, gardening, flowers, trees, hiking in the woods, etc.”
I am happy and grateful to share this with you and hope you enjoy it 🙂
The weight of the world
is a feather in the hand of its maker.
It does not burden, break, or bury
the one who reigns outside of Time and Space's domain.
Our behemoths are merely single barbs
attached to that weightless shaft
that flutters like the forest's souvenirs
given to a child, fallen from the wings of a jay.
In his hand our juggernauts
are not threats but specimen.
His palm is large enough
to hold worry ad infinitum.
Push the crushing fear
off your chest and rest,
knowing that it's but a harmless feather
fluttering in your father's hand.
See the sky like a sea
rolling with crescent waves
crash into the dawn of day.
Aurora's tide making the darkness flee.
See the puffy islands of white
float like buoys in
a no-wake zone
emerge behind the curtains of night.
See the winged fish swimming
through waters with ease
chasing one another in schools,
excitement for life brimming.
See the metal monsters -
winged, roaring leviathans who
lurk in the sky's deep
who roams, constantly wanders.
See the hungry shark with razor teeth
chomp on desires of the heart.
Set on selfish destruction
swimming in the depths beneath.
Mr. Crow, what do you know
that I don't, jabbering, squawking in the morning air?
Are you making sure your friends are aware
of an owl sleeping somewhere near?
Or possibly a dirty trick -
you cunning, conniving king of magic -
to lure the others away
so you can get to your secret, shiny prize
sitting on the roadside?
Eyes of charcoal,
feathers darker than the Devil's soul,
Mr. Crow you captivate me
like no other winged wonder.
Happiness is Fleeting
If happiness is your goal
you'll never be whole.
Always be rolling on a raging river
of emotion completely out of control.
For happiness is fleeting, receding like the waters
on a creek bank after a storm,
never even warned that the moment
one desire is fulfilled a new one is born.
Seek to make contentment your aim.
For it's constant through the winds of change;
its heat still warms the soul
though the fire's flame waxes and wanes.
For contentment accepts life as it is.
Realizes there's as much to be grateful
for in pain as in bliss.
Discontentment always follows happiness.
Metamorphosis A Poem About Butterflies and God's Grace
Inching along the earth
crunching, munching on misfortune
until pain wrapped itself like a cocoon -
a castle outside the rooms of a hardened heart.
Drowning, surely dying in the dark.
Only to emerge from the womb
reborn from a tomb of self-inflicted wounds
transformed by the Divine spark.
With wings of vibrant color
carrying the evidence of change
arrayed like a roadmap
dotted with places been
and places going.
Flapping with the wings of grace
embraced by the breeze of blessing
a chrysalis replaced,
made anew by the Spirit's pressing.
A Poem For Nature Lovers
Lightning flashes across the prairie
in rolling thunders of spontaneity
on a crisp, clear summer night.
Lights move in flight,
flying from grass to grass
as distracted hearts pass
unaware of the beautiful sight.
Planting is a Prayer
Planting is a prayer.
If you do it right.
If you take delight in the present
but keep future possibility in sight.
For God doesn't need words.
With each heart beat
you lay at his feet
a million complaints, hopes, fears,
doubts, joys, and defeats.
A creator knows its creation
better than the creation itself.
Your ink filled his pen.
He outlines your story, your end
before it evens begins
but allows you freewill
over the final edits.
Planting is a prayer.
If you do it right.
If you're aware you've been given oversight
in a chapter of a story
that's been continually expanding
since the Word first spoke to the void:
"Let there be light".
Let you delight
in the blessing you've been given -
partial control over the story of life.
To harvest you must first sow,
or you'll end up in a fall
standing in a field of weeds
regretting doing nothing with the seeds
you held in spring.
Change comes slowly,
rarely over night.
Take delight in cultivating
your corner of beauty in the world.
For no other garden contains
the species of flowers you grow.
Sow what you know.
Sow the seeds that make you want
to take root and reach up to drink the sun.
But whatever you do,
Songs of SpringA Nature Poem About BirdsSinging
The robins are back chirping.
The cardinals have resumed singing
out from the bushes they've used for shelter
these past few months.
They bring joy.
They bring hope
that spring is just 'round the corner,
that I can cope,
each day getting warmer,
each day the sun remaining in the sky longer.
Even those damn sparrows
that fly in flocks of five hundred,
fighting and jabbering throughout the day,
bring a smile and a laugh.
Even while knowing that this temporary
ceasefire will fade away
and by the end of the season
there'll be dozens of reasons
to despise them.
But for now we share the morning
as friends both delighting
that at last,
is fading away.
Hello, everyone! I have recently published my first chapbook of Christian poems titled “A Voice in the Wilderness – A Chapbook of Poems about God”. This has been developed and polished over the past six months or so. I am happy with the final product and hope you find encouragement in the poems but also a validation that the spiritual life is not all sunshine and rainbows. We all struggle. We all have periods of questions and/or doubt. But it is the yearning that keeps us coming back for more and allows us to experience joy. You can purchase either on Amazon or on my own bookstore (it is cheaper and has free shipping on my store) and is available on the Kindle and in paperback. Amazon: KindlePaperback Inkspiration Books (my bookstore): Paperback Thank you for your support!