Tag Archives: #nature

MONARCH IN THE SNOW

And in this morning ice baked sky
that I be drawn to the glass-cold window
was a pleasant — albeit utter surprise
To see — I did! Across the way
beyond the oak between the frost
and misty cloak the Monarch
who fluttered by!
The grand vision crystal snow
drifting flakes against noble color
such a butterfly!

::12-24-2013::


SO NATURE

so buttercup crushed by Giant foot
weep weep weep for weeks
the gentle Giant of the Forrest
it’s so sad to pretend we are so
assured — moth butterfly hum bird
mushroom human creature
oh! Oh! Human stay away
so lose baby sweet-eye
breath smile tiny-fist against
strange impressions
i parted gift i express forgiveness
a contagious here we are now
a sharp laugh of thorn love
a warm hand friendly holding
‘we’re so scared shitless we smile’
and heart-say hello hello hello
wishing love wishing earth.
I’m So Nature

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THE BRILLIANT HONEYBEE

deeply desire ,        my heart
unexplored! nothing lingers
the broad sword of life, cuts
pieces into  smaller moments;
moments that sometimes linger
make it so! that baby bees are
born within Spring!
i see you hold  the nectar of life
upon your tender tongue!
then pass that love to another one
;never spoiled–what nectar then
becomes honey for the hive!
i’m unexplored
by pheromone–
the honey bee
be brilliant!
:: 08-05-2015 ::

THIS MOURNING SUN

Besides the morning, laying beside
carved within you a grand mouth
of the mourning speaking-Sun
beams brilliantly singing
how she prepared this day;
(sentiments are nice)
“The dead, but loved,”
are sputtering in the fields
as fireflies, the sunlit-bowl!
i could only reply, “to speak
of that age of skyfilled Sprites
and when fog was dragon’s breath!”
And are the rivers still bleeding?
Last fall’s snow still remains
as so many things within the air,
still; wishes, dreams, kisses,
and entirely collapsed spirits.

:: 07-27-2015 ::


THIS NATION OF NATURE

when we like two cups upon the wind
twirling when like two flowers
colors and sun all within

we knew — and humans laugh
upon proposition they are
not only feeling beings

this Nation of nature
expands across the world
the united love of life

and when dear i felt you
ready to pollinate
bursting vein of my flower

there! the bee comes
delicately licking love
she hungry-buzz –wink
of eyes Saying she:

not only feeling being
her Nation of nature
expands across the world
the united love of life

why not human? oh why?

:: 07-25-2015 ::


A POET FIRST AND FOREMOST

WHEN mountains move
and sun dances
and rivers sing —
a melancholic
elegance my dreamy
charm;
the female sensitivity
that feather brush
upon my heart as
an angel’s wing!

your genius is within
your heart!

:: 07-21-2015 ::


WHEN YOU WILT

YOU, SUNFLOWER my personal Nation
the native of beauty as well — harvested
love-seed!

i am slightly bent as a stem against
changing winds

tall of course, my face of bright yellow then
again brown center – sometimes red!

my heavy head-filled with tears(sometimes)
seeds
a remarkable flower am i,
tough, easy to grow– as long as the soil
is not waterlogged

and heat! drought-tolerant!
attractive to BEES and BIRDS
like my heart and soul bee!

me: SUNFLOWER

:: 07-08-2015 ::


A HUNDRED POEMS – LXXXIX

IF pears compare
to apples smile
then fruit is key;
the orchid of hearts!
And if rivers roar
like stone’s ashore
then water is rock
and time, smooth
My ancient heart
tiny-tender toes,
patter-slide me!
The ballerina heart
saves me, my soul!

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DREAMS OF MY OWN WISHING

THEN like when early mornings
nodding wakefully by sunlight
and youthful slowly days turning
the page of that thick book of life
by when had once, and of their
loved moments of glad grace,
and the song of tender feelings
that by nature sings to hearts
between/below the rays of light
by babbling brook and glowing bars
And swollen tears too pregnant to birth
the breach of wishing, little sadly,
to see the dream fleeing upward
into the misty mountains overhead
I hide my own heart; my own life
the precious dreams of my own wishing!

:: 06-16-2015 ::


A HUNDRED POEMS – LXXV

WHAT fear that burns!
that all the eye can see —
the morning bird upon a tree
such burning truth, that melody!
sweeping morning clear the night
erasing visage of thick-white fog
and the mortal soul
lost within its night…
on a beautiful day
of mourning light!

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