Category: Poems about Nature

Mountains, mountains, and
Then even more mountains, and
Mountains after that

Blast from the Past:

Islands of mountains
Rising up from the sea of clouds
A Bhudda statue

Rainbows, waterfalls,
Mist, and sun sun all come and go
In the Fiordlands

This one is about Fiordland National Park in New Zealand, one of my favorite national parks to visit in the world. I saw more rainbows there in three days than I think I did anywhere in the world, for example, and the mountains constantly shift between weather extremes throughout the day, completely changing the landscape in the process.

Blast from the Past:

The rain must be drums
Upon the water’s surface
For the fish beneath

More of my photos from Fiordland National Park:

The real rulers of
New Zealand, in control of
Everything: the birds.

Blast from the Past:

Birds have never known
Borders, governments, or laws
And look how they soar

Fog rising up the
Mountain’s face, revealing the
Lush valley beneath

Blast from the Past:

The waters runs off
Into the mist
From which it came

Out from the world of
Mud, moss, and mush bursts forward
One excited dog

Blast from the Past:

Tail wagging, bouncing
A fury of excitement
But barking meanly

The mountain beckons.
The clouds warn. A storm’s coming.
Best to know your path.

Blast from the Past:

Scaling the mountain
Rainy, slippery, wishing
Humans had four legs