Wow.. you two put together an amazing piece here.. the nature and description is amazing and so vivid.. each word made the imagery so much better. Very well done, Its hard to tell who did what.
You two are a great collab team.

Well done.

5/5.

Breath of the Tundra witch blows frigid across the land.
Voices of the wind howl and are legion in command.
Oceans morph into glass as snow chases down the day.
Permafrost over rocky ground where caribou come to play.

^^^
The wind is indeed a powerful force and can be a forceful enemy.
I love the expression "oceans morph into glass"
Also the image of the caribou coming to play painted a vivid picture in my mind:)

Stately mountains in purple cloaks, laced with brilliant white,
Silhouette the majestic kings as day withers into night.
Nature's a master painter, with a palette of infinite hues,
the sky serves as a canvas softening the rocky muse.

^^
The mentioning of the colors make the poem come to life. I love the way you said nature was a master painter and the sky being a canvas:)

Movements caressing daylights will, glistening white's now ado.
Subdued haze lingering through sighting mountains crisp air dew.
Piercing through the rugged rocks bleed the crystal clear and blue.
Abluvion rivers baltering amidst, defoliating trees now imbue.

^^^
Mountain crisp air dew * sigh*

Amongst warmth of bristle nests a baby broad-tailed hummingbird sits,
singing a heartfelt potpourri like it's a battle of the wits.
Dazed, confused, lost, a wolf in distress searches for food in little bits
Starving, limping, struggling for survival not calling it quiets.

^^^
This paints a picture of the hard life insects and animals have in these regions..I could see it all in front of me:)

The Miracle of the Sun displays its opaque uniqueness
Following sinister skies by a downfall of rain taking a recess.
Many succumb to extreme cold yet beauty fills their eyes
Bodies buried beneath the snow met by her charms disguise

^^
Indeed many are lured by the beauty of this kind of environment, but only the strongers survive...and so many who thought they could climb one of the big mountains have found an early and anonymus grave there, underneath the eternal snow...

Boys:)

It wasn't hard for me to see who wrote what because I know TJ so very well. However, your verses completed TJ's three very well, Joe. You two made a wonderfully descriptive poem about a landscape I adore:)

*hugs*

5/5 Ingrid

Very nice collab. It makes me cold just reading it. The images are powerful and vivid. This should be the sound track for some of the documentaries on TV. It is not hard to imagine the caribou, wolves and other animals looking for food on snow covered plains, wind blowing, snowing and sucumbing to the winter weather and wind. Good job to both of you. 5/5

It's almost as if you can't tell who wrote which stanza, it's a beautifully written poem worth commenting on:

'Breath of the Tundra witch blows frigid across the land.
Voices of the wind howl and are legion in command.
Oceans morph into glass as snow chases down the day.
Permafrost over rocky ground where caribou come to play.'

There's some wonderfully crisp language here that help to paint vivid pictures in the readers head. There's something about nature poems that make me feel so relaxed reading them. The idea of the ocean morphing was excellent.

'Stately mountains in purple cloaks, laced with brilliant white,
Silhouette the majestic kings as day withers into night.
Nature's a master painter, with a palette of infinite hues,
the sky serves as a canvas softening the rocky muse.'

The third line made this stanza for me, the fourth echoes the idea of painting introduced inthe line above. There's almost too much imagery here but not quite. It's a visual poem to read aloud in my head. It's soothing.

I'll stop copying and pasting parts now, because the poem is consistently beautiful and to pull it apart seems unnecessary. It was a satisfying read, my favourite stanzas being the second and the third.

Well done guys.

Ahh, a fantastic collab. Everyone has already said so much, but it really was a beautiful poem. The flow amazed me.. i found myself really flowing the lines together when i read it, it was simply stunning.
I really enjoyed this write, from two extremely talented poets!
The imagery.. just everything clicked together so nicely in this piece, it was a delight to read. i love nature poems :]
5/5

Now if there's one type of poetry I absolutely adore, it would have to be nature poems. And this is no exception; in fact, this is definitely one of the best I think I've ever read.

"Voices of the wind howl and are legion in command."

^^ I love how the wind is given such a high status here, like it's an entire entity which is taking over an entire land, much like the wind does. It can be such a powerful force - and dangerous if reckoned with.

"Nature's a master painter, with a palette of infinite hues,
the sky serves as a canvas softening the rocky muse."

^ My favourite lines of the entire poem. Relating nature to artwork is beautiful, because nature is indeed the purest form of art out there. The word usage of 'palette' and 'canvas' keep this artistic feel there, and makes me want to actually go and begin painting nature. It's so beautiful. This part was genius.

"Dazed, confused, lost, a wolf in distress searches for food in little bits
Starving, limping, struggling for survival not calling it quiets."

^ I didn't quite enjoy these lines as much. They were too long and rocked the flow a little bit. Also the '...food in little bits' is just so unpoetic in comparison to the other stanzas. I think if some of the detailing words were taken out, it might have worked better. It's too jam-packed.

Overall though, I'm truly amazing. If I can write one day like you guys can, I'll be very proud.

[adding to my favourites.]

I just realised I wrote: "I'm truly amazing" hahaha. I meant "It's truly amazing"!

Wow I'm speechless... not a flaw in any line! I love how every single line is like packed. No filler words, theyre each very important and work together to bring an awesome collection of metaphors and images.... I'm in love with the line "Nature's a master painter, with a palette of infinite hues", its just so easy to relate to, expecially when talking about the sky, which is mentioned in the next line... its a MAZINGGG

A delightful read this was and the two of you
did a good job in bringing out mother nature's beauty..take care.