Nature Poems (1,977)

she looks at me, mid pub, and asks
in a way, rhetorical
as if she knows something
I don't and will never

"why do you live on a boat?"

for the sounds of raindrops
above my sleeping head
for my conversation with dawn
always the same woman
uniquely dressed

for ebb for flow for light
light such as it is
it informs, comforts, and listens
for breeze, whiped

for a wild mirror
pitched at an angle
past me
to show truth

for the lone swan
whose visits mean more
to me than it

for the years that should have taken
yet didn't.

for the woman I'll know I'll meet
who speaks in the dialect
of unaware kindness
dresses in the clothes of realism
and sings in the key of smiling

for ropes for knots
bowline
single sheet bends
carrick bends
reef
anchor hitch

arteries around
this chamber of peace

Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

It’s low tide
And a light northeaster
Cools down the last of the day
The evening hues begin to reveal themselves
Reflecting off the wet sand and down onto the tiny surf
And although the sun had left the beach
It still shines bright on the majestic island just a kilometre or so offshore
Highlighting the green of the scrub
The yellow of sand coloured rock
And the chocolate brown of the surrounding tidal rocks
This sitting in a sea of light blue is astounding
The northern harbour wall is split evenly in two with the dark brown of tidal mark and the silvery grey of the armour rock
Puffs of random apricot clouds drift listlessly
As the dropping sun paints the opposite ends of the earth and amazing lilac and grey
What artist can reach from one end of earth to the other
A young child wearing but her skin frolics in the sand resisting her mother’s calls
As a lone tinny makes his way back to the harbour
As the nesting plovers ward off the presence of a hawk lingering
And so the afternoon ends ......

Whether you believe in evolution
Or perhaps you believe in creation
All living things that dwell on Mother Earth
Are obligated to her for their birth

And what about the magnificent Sea
Where all the life forms there exist freely
Through the clouds, Sea supplies Earth with water
Which living things need to grow and prosper

Sky houses the clouds which provide the rain
That falls on the Earth again and again
The setting sun lights the sky brilliantly
Creating a scene of wondrous beauty

Earth, Sea and Sky exist in harmony
Comprising a glorious Trinity

Special time, when sun must fade
Praise to nature, night beauty made
Light dims, sun loses strength-heat
Dreams are waiting, earth must sleep

Peace overcomes, buzz was the day
Muted colours now, subdued not gay
Sky darkens, soon broken by stars
Moon becomes lantern, to guide far

Across land, mountains and to sea
Lapping waves, on shoreline so free
Breeze stirs wind, to chase clouds
Silent beauty understated, never loud.....

I am connected to Nature
And Nature is connected to me
From the tiniest insect
To the largest tree
From creatures in the deepest ocean
To those on top the highest mountain
From the tiniest ant
To the largest elephant
The tree takes in what I exhale
And returns to me what I inhale
I consume as food, plant life from the earth
After I die, on my remains they will feed
I am connected to Nature
And Nature is connected to me

Stillness of morning, silence controls
Dawn has broken, giving earth its soul
Colour explodes, as sun-rays dance
Dew on grass, as flowers enhance

Overall appearance, a waking day
Fresh-shiny, waits creatures who play
Dawn chorus, as birds join in
Lift anticipation, all sing

Sun as a clock, the world wakes
Across mountains, oceans and lakes
Stirring imagination, also sound
Emotional thoughts, united abound

Seasons of a world, bursting forth
Hope stirs passion, a driving force
Morning comes with hope, a new day
Sun wakes nature's crystals, dazzling rays.

Every morning, new hope is renewed
Around the world, with dawn it's cue
Whether sunny or cloudy, hope is alive
And so each morning, a positive drive.......

Zipped in ice breath hell
Vertical wall north shade hang
Zulu blue sunrise

heaven knows
and heaven tries
unpick the wrongs you've done
unpick the lies

cos you don't know
how it feels
trudging through a day
in a sea of Atlantic keels

if I had an aeroplane
if I had things
Id fly to the Arctic
just to cool my wings

I'd go to your house
just for the day
and I build me hammock
in your hair and sway..

If I had an aeroplane


well heaven knows
and heaven lies
there's an undiscovered
shade of brown
in your Hazel eyes

but you don't know
how that goes
how the earth.. changes pitch
when it feels your toes

If I had an aeroplane
if I had wings
Id fly past every weaknesses
to a place of Kings

I'd fly down to Mexico
just to surf the truth
and my board would be the promises
that I made in youth

but my boat is older
and my dreams ain't new
so I dive in the bitter swell
and I dream of you

The Wolf

Where can I go? There’s no where left.
The land of forests is bereft?
Persecuted all our lives,
From the dawn of time,
From the first flint knife.

Sacrificed as offerings,
Stories told in different tribes,
Warriors fought wearing our hides,
We gave them power,
They took our lives.

Admired by some, despised by more,
We never had peace, only war,
Hunters now have no reason,
We are too few for their hunting season,
They kill for fun and we are now done.

They took our land, they took our lives,
Killed us with spear and hunting knives,
Killed us with bows, killed us with guns,
There is nowhere left to run or hide,
Will you miss us when we’ve all died?


By Mel Beasley