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🍁even silence would
lose its distance

I come looking for you
because something in me
becomes clearer
when you are near

Autumn has arrived
Mist hangs outside my window,
and the smell of moss and
wet earth fills..

#tired_of_standing
#autumn_has_arrived

#runpoetry #naturepoetry

after the poem
the quill remembers
being sky

#DailyHaikuPrompt #Quill #PoetrySky #Haiku #Poetry #Haiga #NaturePoetry #ECK

📷 mine

Nearly three weeks since launch, and the poem people mention least is the one I'd defend hardest:

Simonsbath, a place that isn't tragic or triumphant, just quietly, stubbornly itself. Which of the 76 would you defend that nobody else mentions?

#NaturePoetry #PoetryCommunity

This week's whole craft lesson in one line: you don't need a reason to prefer something. Liking it is the reason.

Somerset In Verse – Exmoor To Levels In Poetry runs on that principle more than any single geological fact in it.

#WritingCommunity #NaturePoetry

🏖️ your voice found its way home
a line written in sand

My breath goes out
with the wind,
a line written in sand
that the sea
keeps coming back for.

Sometimes I think
of a star being born
when your voice reaches me…

#the_sea_keeps_coming_back

#naturepoetry #spilledink

In 1818, John Knight bought most of Exmoor and tried to farm it — a twenty-nine-mile wall, drained moorland, a failed copper mine. Two centuries on, the moor is winning.

Somerset In Verse – Exmoor To Levels In Poetry treats that as fact, not fable.

#SomersetInVerse #NaturePoetry

'Each November, a hundred gunpowder charges / fire at once from the ends of wooden coshes.' That's Bridgwater.

Somerset In Verse – Exmoor To Levels In Poetry, out now in paperback.

#NaturePoetry #DeepTime

Wordsworth tried and failed to finish a poem about Dead Woman's Ditch — 'A Somersetshire Tragedy,' abandoned, unpublished.

Somerset In Verse – Exmoor To Levels In Poetry has 76 finished poems. Make of that what you will.

#Somerset #NaturePoetry

✍️ Pensive pause
A poignant look up
Recursive cause
A seasonal swap

Silent gratitude
An immersive monologue
Autumnal solitude
A nature's Catalogue

©️ SUBHRANILBANERJEE
#writers
#NaturePoetry

Goodnight lune

I saw a hare out there
this starry night
meadow bright

and the world rang true
silver bell-blue
just for a while

The trees sang low
to the silky-eared doe
as I watched her go

framed in star-glow
and wave-whisper foam
like snow.

#poetry
#naturepoetry

What if the wind is just the world breathing? 🍂
Comment with your quiet thought.
#DailyHaikus #NaturePoetry #HaikuLove #PeacefulWords #SoulWriting

A magnetometer survey at Stanton Drew found over four hundred buried postholes — the largest timber monument found in Britain, invisible from the surface. Somerset In Verse – Exmoor To Levels In Poetry treats the find as the real subject.

#DeepTime #NaturePoetry

❣️the aquamarine pearl
you left in me
a kiss made of gaze

Our first kiss
was with the eyes.
Jasmine opened
its quiet perfume
into the air,

and I followed your gaze
as though it knew
where to lead me.

A drop of rain
fell from the sky,
caught the light…

#spring_blushes

#wildverse #naturepoetry

'There is no slow decay here. / Gardens shorten. Fences hang over the void.' That's Watchet, where the coast is retreating in real time. Somerset In Verse – Exmoor To Levels In Poetry, out now in paperback.

#Somerset #NaturePoetry

A desultory grey day,
Heron scolded and dripping.

I float my anxieties on still waters
But find it difficult to let them go.

Sometimes, there are
No burning bushes.
Only the squabble of ducks
And the miracle of sloe.

The canal invites
Me in to its silence.

#naturepoetry #anxiety #ukcanals