
Heavy dew
Brings out the smell of
Fresh flowers
Blast from the Past:
If you press your ear
Against a seashell, you get
To hear everything.
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
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Poems about nature

Heavy dew
Brings out the smell of
Fresh flowers
Blast from the Past:
If you press your ear
Against a seashell, you get
To hear everything.

The stream keeps flowing
Despite my persistent tries
To dam it back up
Blast from the Past:
I stood with branches
Planting my feet in place while
Ideas whirled round

The cuscus glances at
His lover across the branch
In the afterglow of sex
Blast from the Past:
What is the point of
Fine roses in the pathway if
You can’t enjoy them?

Water flooding at my face
Down down down I fall
My rope my only comfort
Blast from the Past:
Who would recognize
The withered leaf turned adrift
Whenever they pass

The cliff faces shine
Against the waters of the
Rice paddies below
Blast from the Past:
The shooting star glides,
The last piece of the jigsaw
Filling in the sky

The sun felt like there’s
Only darkness ‘cause out of it
Shone the light for all
Blast from the Past:
Galaxy of stars
Dance in lock step as you draw
Them close into you

Endless flowing stream
New waters fill the same world
Rushing in and out
Blast from the Past:
From every spring
Bursts forth
Life

The orangutan
Hangs high in the tree, dropping
Branches on passerbies
Blast from the Past:
Ode to the beach:
The desert of the sea
Lifeless dunes of submerged sand
That humans deem tranquil.

Big leaves dangling
Over the water, snakefish
Jump up for some bugs
Blast from the Past:
Water overflows
These soggy banks while elsewhere
Is left a desert

Gliding in the water
Each stroke a synchronicity
Within my body
Blast from the Past:
What I’m looking for:
Contentment. To be happy
Just being alive.