Your Place in the family of Things.
“You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
The Moon
This poem is my idea of how the moon finds the strength to rise every night to give her light to the world. She hopes and takes pleasure in love.
A Flower Is Born
Celebration of everything unique and beautiful found in this world
SIGNS OF NATURE.
The wonder of Nature....
Reflections
Life has so many tiny pieces scattered all around us......
KIWI WINTER.
Thankfully in the north we don't see snow, but we get chilly nights...thankfully warmer mid-days....
New Bride
This is a poem about the power of nature on ssensuality.
The single squirrel
Seen a squirrel in a little tree the other day...thought "he must be lonely..."
Nature's Song.
most nights I watch the changing glow at sunset...
My nocturnal friend
I have not seen you out for many a night, what happened to you, my nocturnal friend? You used to be a common evening sight, but now those sightings have come to an end. The only time I ever see you now is when behind my steering wheel I’m sat
Platoons of Tulips
The symbology of nature on my imagination......
trucks, waitresses and dockyards
the dark swam down from the ceiling.. to a world all studded with stars and she turned the key in her pickup.. and drove home like all the rest of the cars she waited for a noise like a phone ring.. to break up all the stories in her mind
HAIKU APPLES
Branches whispered Winds helping with their message "Apples are falling"
SITTING IN MY DECKCHAIR
Just sitting in my deckchair
Touch of Autumn
Autumn well in the air here in NZ
The Sun The Wind And Me
There's nothing to write but write anyway There's nothing to say but say anyway There's nothing to do but do you know The sun and the warm breeze know what to do The sun arrived early this morning The wind came by a little latter I listen for a
The Love Song Of Spring
Spring sings a slow love song There are blossoms on the trees Oh my darling earth I love you like honey bees Flowers are blooming The grass is ready to mow The love song of spring a waltz to dance away winter's snow Eternal bliss is in th
A little bird
Once upon a time a little bird kept coming back to my window likely to inspire me to write this poem
~~~Tonight~~~
was dreaming of summer and the warm, comforting breeze..with the moon shining down
Welcome Sun
After days and days of clouds and snow and rain, the sun comes out.
The Brook that babbles
This brook and its natural surroundings are a welcome respite most city folk desperately seek these stressful days. We often forget that it is the simple things in life that afford us the greatest rest and pleasure.
Snowdrops
Little snowdrops hiding where you are, Straighten your stalks and open up. Spring is coming fast, hear the creeks? Winter vainly tries to check its speed. Winter's slack and aging very quick, Look at pretty blossoms, bright and brisk. Sky's
Brush Fire in Spring
The annual spring ritual of burning of dead grass releasing nutrients in the hillside pastures of home.
BEFORE DARKNESS.
looking at the stillness, when no trees move and peace reigns.....
HAIKU SPRING
Natures circle
The Sound Of Silence
Simon and Garfunkel's "The Sounds of Silence" was, and remains, my favourite song of all time. I spent many hours listening to it. Silence is the canvas on which all sounds are painted. I have tried to capture its essence with this haiku. I am not sure how others will respond to it but it is deeply personal to me. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0jqn9SKYAgY Some of their other great hits are shown on the same youtube page.
The word according to the word.
Poem category says nature. It is the closest description that I could choose - the nature of the word.
Happy Days monorhyme
hoo-ray winter is nearly done
CHANGING CIRCLE.
the warnings keep coming about taking care of the planet.......
Tapestry of Clay
Play on nature……and a little play on words……too
Yesterday
This is about observing where and when the sun rises and falls at different times of the year; year after year in the same place.
a cactus flower
beauty
When Lilacs Bloom
So inspired by all the sights and smells and sounds of spring in the great New England countryside.
Ozarks Rising Sun
it's a shagbark hickory thing..
NATURE'S BAIT.
we have a few of the bays on the west coast of NZ......lethal but inviting to the visitor....
prompted by a Kid
just a wink and a smile
waterfall
The experience was like Standing by a towering waterfall Casting a mist that played with light A harpist's fingers making prisms And I felt the mist settle On my brow Weeping willows swept softly While I gazed at the calm
view
my simple idea
Time Is Awoken
An abstract writing about the word 'nigh'. The word is interesting if not odd.
One Warm Glow
Much about rural life is living off the land..and in the forest there connects a winter's chore of cutting trees to a spring chore of splitting wood and stacking over a summer to dry...and then burning logs again the next winter season; as seasons wrap around seasons.
Phantasm
Birds of prey...............
Sands Of Time
Grains of sand trickling down the narrow crystal neck of the hourglass Each grain a measure of that mysterious entity called Time The grains above hold the future The grains below store the past The moving grains capture the present