My Nature Bed…a silent lullaby

My Nature Bed
My Nature Bed…a silent lullaby

Buttercups and lilies,
burden the steeped banks,
and water laps with a silent grace
upon that rich dark soil,
laced with fine roots like hair;
and fish tickle the surface, then scatter,
while ripples radiate in miniature waves
to lose themselves
in the wake of waters deep.

The silence is like a lullaby,
as all recline deep in stillness keep,
and sun dances like fireflies
atop the glistening mirrored sky,
while butterfly’s ragged course
does tease the earth, back and forth,
its colored wings like rainbows,
smudged in blur
its erratic purpose known.

And I all spayed out on green,
watch those streaked clouds of dream,
find their destinations,
in forms that change and in my brain relate,
like animals aloft,
a pristine white adrift in mind’s eye,
that accost my imagination,
and take my mind from worry,
delivered to the scurry of real life.

I love the afternoon,
when sun dictates the day,
and warm I lay upon my nature bed,
to lose myself in simple things,
release all stress and all that rings my bell,
takes me from this serene abode,
where truth just is and nothing needs my call,
where love is all that nature spells,
upon my endless skies.

Tony DeLorger © 2016

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for, Google+, videos on YouTube and book sales on website, Amazon and

4 thoughts on “My Nature Bed…a silent lullaby

  • August 14, 2016 at 10:20 PM

    So amazing how you can write upon so many things. Your lasr two pieces full of edge and this…so serene. Lovely Tony, all is good with world when nature consumes.


  • August 14, 2016 at 10:41 PM

    Thanks Mel, yes I try to mix it up and not go off on too much of a tangent re subjects. Mixing it up also keep your creative writing sharp, I believe. Glad you enjoyed this one. take care

  • August 14, 2016 at 10:59 PM

    Endless skies – I can almost see all you so marvelously describe. Did you know that if you hold a buttercup under the chin it can tell if you like butter? It’s true! If the yellow is reflected on the skin that is a sure sign one likes butter. Beautiful poem, Tony.

  • August 15, 2016 at 3:04 AM

    Interesting tidbit Phyllis, I do love flowers, and glad you enjoyed it. Take care.


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