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Lightning striking
thunder roars
and oh the rain!
how it did pour
then afterwards the petrichor
the sweet scented smell of a summer storm...

©Antonio Acosta

Adieu dear Spring, cruel time is nigh,
Your fertile surge complete,
With sorrow we must wave goodbye,
And mourn your slow retreat.

You brought us blooms and verdant trees,
Sweet birdsong everywhere,
Abundant Nature to appease,
With scented woodland air.

Now rest your head, in mortal sleep,
You've earned your slumber well,
You leave this land in verdure deep,
As bluebells chime your knell.

My favoured season I decree,
This poet has lost his muse,
Whilst other jealous seasons three
Are sneering in the pews

The Summer sun won't glare your eyes,
Nor moonlight warm your tomb,
You won't hear lonely banshee cries,
Beneath a ghostly moon.

From deathly pallor so austere,
New life you did bequeath,
Glad fauna sheds a grateful tear,
Wild flora forms a wreath.

Your leafy pyre .. sad Faeries pass,
In solemn discontent,
As dew drops fill your parting glass,
The wind moans your lament.

On Nature's cogs each season turns,
As sure as full moons wane,
When Autumn falls to Winter spurns,
You'll come to life again.

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Mercury dip
lightning horizon
south of 65
blue blue ice
penguin palace
an ocean expanse
under all God's rain
hear the boat creak
with the fury
ride, yes we ride
the tempest
with shredded sail
and frayed line
visions of Magellan
edge of existence
salted fish and wine

yes, that morning, very early morning
when stars still bright and shinning
I saw them clear
the stars were moving, moving?
I knew it, flying objects are for real
I need not NASA to tell me
what is out there.

Drizzling on the roof
A cold spring rain falls
Out past the coastline
A distant loon calls, and calls

Down over the water
The dimming sun falls
As darkness settles in
Sleep just calls, and calls

My bones stretched out
A warm blanket falls
Comfort for a weary mind
A dream that calls, and calls

Sleep is my best friend
An energy that falls
Welcomes to a night
An angel that calls, and calls

Of all the good places this busy spring
Hiding near the eaves of the old woodshed
The quiet little robin that won’t sing
Builds a nest where my ladder hangs instead

There really is no shortage of trees
Whose outstretched limbs in all directions strewn
Yet with my ladder she does what she pleases
At least a couple months of May and June

Now that small job on the roof to repair
Nor those dead limbs dangling just out of reach
None of these chores I’m waiting to take care
Could persuade me a nest disturb or breach

Sometimes we need to be patient and wait
And delight as much in nature so great

green plants and grasses

a message of life and hope

in a desert land

She came down running
from the frosted virgin snow
stood on the roadside
in the evening winter glow
as the northerlies did blow

I first thought about it in eighth grade
This world population was getting too big
Back when Jesus was around it was only 200 million
That was what mother nature intended
They discovered cures for things that kept us in check
Now we are a virus on this wonderful planet
We got too smart for our own good it seems
We'll be 7 billion by the end of 2011
I shouldn't care about this but it hurts
The jobs and the animals are being destroyed by it
The water, the air, the plants and animals are being destroyed by it
So I recycle, I don't litter, I do what I can
but I feel like a samonella bacteria
confused and choking on the crap of all the others
How big will we get?
Will we ever go to Mars?
Will we ever find a solution?
Or will we just recycle another soda bottle?

Daffodils


rain trodden daffodils
faces inelegantly
quashed to the wet earth

appear the picture of
abject defeat, but
appearance here belies

a purpose unseen
for they bow in praise
of the lifeblood rain, satiated

within their hollow stalks,
until the god of sun
radiates to bless them, then

lifting elegant faces,
they adorn the wonderous day