Geoffrey Taber

Spring is not only something we witness, it is something we touch. This poem is about soil, seeds, patient labor, and the quiet joy of helping life begin. #poetry #spring #amwriting #poem #naturewriting Hands in the Garden geox.blog/2026/04/16/han…

Some of spring’s finest beauty grows where no one planned it. At the roadside, beyond the fence, small blooms turn the margins into grace. #poetry #spring #amwriting #poem #naturewriting Milkweed, Clover, Wildflower geox.blog/2026/04/15/mil…

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@gataber that crack in silence line does the work that most birth poems fumble trying to do with adjectives.

Some beginnings arrive with song, some with a crack in silence. This poem is about new life entering the world in weakness, wonder, and first light. #poetry #spring #amwriting #poem #naturewriting Hatching geox.blog/2026/04/13/hat…

New life rarely arrives with certainty. It trembles, rises, nearly falls, then tries the world again. A poem about a newborn foal, first steps, and the grace of beginning. #poetry #spring #amwriting #poem #naturewriting Foal geox.blog/2026/04/14/foa…

Then one morning, the branches are full. What waited in silence becomes visible, fragrant, bright, and briefly everywhere. A poem about bloom, beauty, and the tender fullness of spring. #poetry #spring #amwriting #poem #naturewriting Blossom geox.blog/2026/04/10/blo…

Some spring mornings arrive as rain, soft on the roof, kind to the soil, feeding everything the eye cannot yet see. A poem about gentle weather, hidden growth, and quiet blessing. #poetry #spring #amwriting #poem #naturewriting Rain in April geox.blog/2026/04/09/rai…

Spring does not arrive all at once. Sometimes it begins with a few bright blades, thin as light, and suddenly the whole field feels possible again. #poetry #spring #amwriting #poem #naturewriting First Green geox.blog/2026/04/08/fir…

Sometimes spring enters all at once, not through blossom, but through an open window, a cool room, a bird call, a little air that changes everything. #poetry #spring #amwriting #poem #naturewriting Open Window geox.blog/2026/04/07/ope…

Sometimes spring enters all at once, not through blossom, but through an open window, a cool room, a bird call, a little air that changes everything. #poetry #spring #amwriting #poem #naturewriting At the Edge of Leaf geox.blog/2026/04/06/at-…

Some renewals happen in silence. Before the leaf, before the bloom, something rises through the tree with quiet force. A poem about hidden movement and the strength of becoming. #poetry #spring #amwriting #poem #naturewriting Sap geox.blog/2026/04/03/sap/

Spring does not wake in silence. It gathers voice by voice, until the whole morning seems to bloom in sound. A poem about birdsong, light, and the music of return. #poetry #spring #amwriting #poem #naturewriting The Morning Chorus geox.blog/2026/04/02/the…

Before new life arrives, something must make room for it. This poem is about the quiet labor of shelter, and the small faith required to begin. #poetry #spring #amwriting #poem #naturewriting Nest geox.blog/2026/04/01/nes…

Before the leaves, before the bloom, the birds return with news the light cannot quite say alone. Spring first becomes undeniable in song. #poetry #spring #amwriting #poem #naturewriting Returning Birds geox.blog/2026/03/31/ret…

Spring feels less like invention, more like memory. This poem is about the old intelligence of the land, and the quiet way the world returns to itself. #poetry #spring #amwriting #poem #naturewriting What the Earth Remembers geox.blog/2026/03/30/wha…

Some mornings do not arrive with drama, only with a softer air, a little light on puddles, and the feeling that the world might open again. #poetry #spring #amwriting #poem #naturewriting The First Mild Morning geox.blog/2026/03/27/the…

Not all beginnings announce themselves. Some gather in darkness, some wait under frost, some rise long before the world can see them. #poetry #spring #amwriting #poem #naturewriting Beneath the Soil geox.blog/2026/03/26/ben…

Before the bloom, there is movement. Before the green, there is release. This poem listens to the water returning through fields, ditches, and thawing ground as spring begins to move again. #poetry #spring #amwriting #poem #naturewriting Meltwater geox.blog/2026/03/25/mel…

Before the leaves, before the bloom, spring arrives in the light. This poem is about that first golden shift, when even bare trees begin to shine. #poetry #spring #amwriting #poem #naturewriting Light Through Bare Branches geox.blog/2026/03/24/lig…

The world does not bloom all at once. First it softens. First it remembers how to move. This poem listens for the earliest turning of spring beneath the ice and soil. #poetry #spring #amwriting #poem #naturewriting Late Thaw geox.blog/2026/03/23/lat…