Nature Poems (1,977)

Full moon,
Hiding behind the
Veils of a dark witch…
Poetry is a spell of
Thought, of art
Playing with
Shadows of a
Sculpture of
A frozen music…
An enigma of
Time rendering
Abstract halos…
Clouds lighted
By the moon
Are witches
Chanting and dancing…
A seer has opened
His scroll ……
Poems are slowly
Making the moon
Disappear …..

Oh Pohutakawa
You enchant me
Spreading your limbs
To give shade to thee
Flowering freely as you go
Vibrant reds for you to show
Along the foreshore all in a line
Planted well before my time
Creating a canopy so sublime
Reds and greens and the branches of time.......

Black sands rising amidst the green
An amazing spectacle that must be seen
Huge and barren it’s hard to define
For it's bordered by forests and stands of pine
Make your way across the dunes
To follow the footsteps of others soon
And when you reach the highest peak
Your world opens to what you seek
An ancient lake nestled between
The greenest canopy i’ve ever seen
And the aura that abounds from this place
Travels with wisdom from an ancient race
To seek the coolness and quench the fire
Or just relax and fondly admire
Then return along the lakes flow
A trickling stream downwards so
Along past the old farmers batch
Startling quails with lens we catch
Admiring fat black cows and their view
While they ponder on what we do
Past giant flax flowering free
And nature’s grasses and weeds you see
A narrow coarse of water for it to be
Winding it’s way ever so naturally........

They are floating bums,
Elegant, picturesque …
And Bumlicious….
Now they are gigantic
Doodles scribbling the
Sky with subliminal poetry…
There I see a guitar
Being plucked,
A breast being suckled…
A lamb being slaughtered,
Like Abraham rendering
Sacrifice…
They are serenading
Like a chorus of singers ….
Melodying an Arpeggio…
They are floating again
Like fiery monsters….
A row birds in flight
Resembles the shape
Of victory ….
Is it a sign of luck …?
I am hopeful too
A weary traveler of
This earth…

Everything in life is in
a constant state of change
A mountain may appear fixed
for it is unlikely to change noticeably
in our lifetime
Yet from the perspective of infinite time
that mountain is just as transient
as the morning mist
Even as one looks at the mountain
it is changing
The sun, wind, rain, snow
and other forces of nature
are continually changing that mountain
It may take millions, perhaps billions of years
for a noticeable change
but Nature has infinite time
for the change

Night’s lantern…
Now shining as
A white ball….
The witch has
Put on her cloak of dark….
And is gazing at the shimmering
Crystal ball hanging lazily in the sky…..
The full moon is nature’s art gallery….
Welcoming me now to sedate
My dreams to a nostalgic sleep……..
I wandering now on the moon
As a fantasy traveler…..
I come across ice cold rocks
And they melt freezers
Into my white skin…..
I see a ghost who
Went to the moon
After Eternal Sleep…….
I meditate on the shores of a lake
Now glistening with marrow
Of moon’s light…….

Pink abstracts
Lay like paintings
On the wall of the sky…..
Chirping lend a
Melodious lullaby
Soothing the ear with music….
Night’s white buttons,
Are still twinkling
Like a seer’s eye…..
Mist is hovering like
An Arabian Carpet ….
I hear echoes of happiness…..
I see love arising in round warmth…..
Time is travelling
On mystic feathers
Flapping poetry as
Lyrical music
That rhymes a pattern
Of stitching a harmonious art…..
Oh, I dream of passion ….
I am patient about the
Many women that I can love…..

I was cast in shadows of doubts
Where I would stand in winter woods
Surrounded by these long straight bars
Stretching majestically away from the sun
So that standing behind each tall bare tree
Rising right high over me or under me
Not always knowing which direction
Will leads me home or away to darkness
And as always light should follow me
Shining path I will follow along the way

Vultures on the wing high up in the sky
Careen in flight as they go sailing by
Tracing out patterns of vanishing lines
As they create most exquisite designs

Other birds like eagles, gulls and falcons
Also engage in such exhibitions
Viewing them gives a feeling of freedom
That transcends daily life's din and humdrum

With wings outstretched they effortlessly ride
Rising air currents that support their glide
With angled wings they dip down and then rise
Navigating their way up in the skies

In total mastery of flight they appear
Cavorting and floating up in the air
With the gracefulness of their flight on high
They are true avian sailors in the sky





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falcon

Another day fades into the past
shorter and shorter they seem to last
Each tick of time becomes history
where it goes forever a mystery

Another day quickly becomes yesterday
from final destiny no getting away
Tomorrow's bound to turn into today
one day forever could go away

Another day always reaches tomorrow
time we can only borrow
Future brings about 'another day'
it's always been that way

Each day's Twenty-Four hours from it's end
like every human life they're only on lend