Tag Archives: nature

Solitary Mockingbird on a Winter Branch

Still the air when snow becomes, When flake on flake lays down Upon the one below and comes, Another then without a sound. And crystal palaces lush, Hold every creature cold, Now thickened with the winter flush, Embrace their lover’s … Continue reading

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Kestrel on the wind

I shared the wind today, A passing kestrel hovered upon its Silver wings, likening our moment To his own small knowing Of a kindness we did partake in, This wind, and he and I then. He held himself against fair … Continue reading

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Often

Often in spaces where trees had lived and breathed, The red tail had sat in wait, With cocked head peering, The gray squirrel had halted to eat, Scratching furiously at mites Upon his tiny ears, The ants had marched northward, … Continue reading

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Stillness

Upstairs my office sits insulated to either side, Save for the large picture window filled across This winter morn with sparkling forest floor, From which rises the sentinel oaks and dark elms. Like quiet black skeletons they stare in, With … Continue reading

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Blue

Blue and blue and bluer still, Slinking down, becoming chair, Reaching outward,  purple teal, Clouds absorbing,  bruised despair. Twilight stars, staring sullen. Hide and seek among the pain. Hanging insolent, above the fallen, Gazing upward, curse thy name.

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Womb of nature

Still the ocean lies, but never laying truly, Roiling her face, in steady waving motion, And underneath the blue, all of life unruly, Immeasurable genesis of life; vast mother ocean.

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Love, Nefarious

Go into the night woods dark, summer at its peak, Listen to the croaking song the minute frog does speak. A throaty back and forth it sounds Until you venture near, The brazen, sexy bellow then, Mysteriously disappears.

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