Category: nature

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in animals, Birds, nature

Yellow and pink flowers, red camellias, Bright green pine needles on the end of a bough, Turtles sun on mud bank, Heron flies into the morning, Grey tabby stalks in tall grass Wind in trees tell me to stay 2-23-23

After the downpour

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in animals, rain, War & Politics

All day and all night the rain washed pollen from the air. Maybe the world will breath a little easier. In the downpour frogs still call, “Over here, over here, I am all alone,” sounds of love within the flood. Listen to the thrashing in rain, while Dow Jones swirls in the drain on its…

Haiku Spring

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in haiku, Illusion, Spring, War & Politics

in spring governmentagents hide behind masks likecommon criminals 4-8-25

Crescent moon

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in night, reading/writing

you waited for a full moon to be inspired unaware the moon is resting in the shade there is no better time than now 4-11-25

Silent night

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in animals, night

in early evening frogs call back and forth back and forth among the trees late at night frogs go quiet and only the moon and stars ask questions of the trees did their voices give out or did they give in and talking is no longer needed? 4-14-25

Confessions of a feral poet

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in childhood, flowers, insects, nature

Mother did not want feral seeds to parachute into our yard and take root. She used to send me across the street to cut down milkweed that grew wild in the ditch. It was only later I learned monarch butterflies need feral milkweed to feed and breed and to lay their eggs upon. Now I…

Table Rock is burning

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in natural disaster, planets and spheres, Rewriting a fairy tale myth or legend

Table Rock is burning And I worry about the scorpions That live in cabins along the ridge Tails hung curled above their heads Like crescent moons in the sooty air Will they rendezvous with their ancient cousin Who killed the hunter, Orion And be hung by Gaia Among the stars that sail The Blue Ridge…

Blue daylight

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in natural disaster, trees

blue daylight drowns horizon’s fire only to re-ignite in the west it burns below the edge of the world and re-appears in a burst flame in eastern skies before it drowns again in blue, blue daylight 4-1-25

Sycorax

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