NATURE POETRY

Riches

 

 

Forest flies

darting between trees

in this low morning light

they are diamonds twinkling brightly

Summer's End

I wonder

does the daughter I never had

stare at the same moon?

Looking

The freshness of spring all around,

what observes this?

Don't know.

Around its feet dandelions grow.

Moon

The shimmer of a crescent moon,

gazing up

half of my face turns silver

April

 

 

A wild April gust

sounds like waves

shaking the forest

a sea of hawthorn blossoms

swelling on the whitening path

Of The Forest

 

 

Forest glade pine needles bark moss

spinning kernels fallen cones birdsong

distant waterfalls valley wind 

creaking branches 

sitting quietly

looking vacantly 

deep stillness

Garden

 

 

Sit here with me awhile

in my wild garden

I will show you how to read

the scripture

of grass and flowers.